He built himself to climb a stairway
One floor to the next
Something rudimentary
To something sophisticated
The slow moving and erring first floorers
watch them struggle and fight for machines
The stair case narrow and steep
Not everyone can climb it
The spaces above luxurious lounges
built for the nobility only
Exclusive places for a select few
The rest looked up if they wanted to see
He made his way up the helical staircase
Each step a veterbrae in his own body
The one he was attempting to strengthen
He saw the paupers below and tyrants above
He whistled like a flute and ignored the derision
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