Skyscraper

Grey, grey sky
scrapers, scrape
skyline.
Travelling to,
travelling away
self contained
in the container
of today.

Yellow suited
police concur
on street corners,
rain threatens
to engulf
the threatened.

The storm bickers
with itself,
spits regardless
of humanities
endeavour to exist
around it.

Hail flattens faces,
windows, cheeks
sting. Scan graffiti.
I time travel
to return to the
beginning, where
God laughs.

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