the names of things and other such thoughts

i imagined myself a very tall building
one without remorse or regrets
and throughout my discourse with the sky and clouds
their lucid thunderclaps told me all the names
of the sparrows that would pass me by

the shoddy blue-white plate glass simulacrum

and as i'd follow each of their paths of divergence
with their wings outstretched across the open sky
i'd watch each of their skyward embraces
with that look on my face

imagine my surprise
when my brothers all had died

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