By now
The transmission tower
Outside my window
Feels like a friend
Like hope
A symbol
A promise
That the outside world is
Mine to take
If I have the will
To take it
This feeling
Happens at night
As I lie on my left side.
The sky is (almost) always purple
The lattice’s geometric structure
So...
What’s the word?
Mysterious?
No.
Majestic?
Maybe...
Just...
It’s inky black
Triangular structure...
So complex...
So aesthetic...
It’s a ballpoint pen,
Backed by acrylic paint.
I’d want a picture,
If it weren’t dark.
I just want to show you.
About the Creator
Jolan Kopp
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