on top of
la 'eiffel i am
on solid tour
of this old world's highest highs
(who)
at their peak
have yet
to reach bottom.
it is me
in finite years i
am yet
destined to be friends
with the smallest
of smalls and
so to perch myself
on something
enthroned,
only lonesome in my head.
it is my dreams.
i hang on them.
and i
make my peace
with grasshoppers...
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