The Human Mind as:
Being a tower structure
a towering structure
made with blood, mortar
and honey'd bone scaffolds
poking point at the sky
it can teeters, then lean,
kneeling close to the dirt
then swing back
falling in the wind, crossing the sky
grotesquely leaking tars
and subtle poison shame
(overestimating the capacity to sin)
the neighborhood is alive
lots of other human minds
swaying their own
way, too in a
fog filled with
disturbing dissimilarities
in the architecture
squat little towers
thick with faith
and built with big slave pillars
between the white
trees
skinny skinny dogs
making couplets
in the streets
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