And now I'm building hundred-storey towers,
No chance to leave my cramped and narrow room.
The size and shape remember all the highness
Of benchmarks I can even not assume.
And now I'm building thousand-reason towers,
Which only child can rightly comprehend.
Despite the plastic colors are so lifeless,
I'll keep the order of my bricks to stand.
I don't know how to say it all correctly.
My straying gaze just slips away undeftly.
But that's ok. I can exactly see.
From ground to million upward miles there's rifting,
My soaring towers weightless spires are lifting.
The ceiling's not an obstacle for me!
16 июля 2026.
Towers
© Copyright: Борознин Павел, 2026
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