At the Ground

never thought to care
i am there
but i won’t speak
i wouldn’t dare
what you read
and what you hear
yes, it’s you
i see clear
realize
this last try
it has your name
reflects my eyes
have you any idea how bright it shines?
its harsh glare, its cruel stare
i desperately hope to define it
and you’ve avoided it all by crossing those rooftops
how much higher you are than me
but someone down here made the elevator and iron
girders that made your tower possible.
and you’re throwing change at the ground-it shines
how i wanted to pick it up, and throw it back…
such a tempting game
but i studied it instead…
you altered its existence in seconds
i know you’d wish to change me with that same
magnificent speed
the truth will tell you, there is no way for such
a deed
i am in my solid form
yet you speak of dayflowers and your common uniform
well burn them both away