The white spires of the those towers
A lost city where people come to eat and pray
and find themselves somehow
Closing the door
and keeping it closed
creating the design
For the next tower
This geography is so unknown
children hold a soft toy in hands
Just to carry a wish
a need not met
A world obsessed with the external
And maybe one day they will
make their way over these hills
toward the heart of themselves
surreal inside the temple
of the long white spires
still solving the invisible problems of the outside world
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