On the draft of air displaced
over the heads of billioned minions
– out –
and is the only thing that leaves
the still dark office of morning.
Having hissed a warning and gone
to meet more of itself:
– rising –
and having got out,
Much the way we advance
into a cubist’s missed perspective –
Everything in profile:
– sinking –
and having got in,
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