* to the sky *
City air is clear after long weekend
Winter air is still and city looks lean
Buildings high aspire to sky reach
Unlikely to happen as then atmosphere breach
Cause gases fertile to rush out
Let stuff of stars to rush in
Invite meteors to strike our home
Fragile blue speck of dirt
In universe terms so viewed
An unexciting planet spinning round
A reasonably non-descript star
So it is this Winter's day
I ask ambitious architects do not get their way
To build ever higher taller and further
Till building tip and our protective sky
Merge in place where they meet
Then another inch put on and we die.
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