Written by Emily Harstone | December 8, 2016
Cosmopolitan haven, yet only whispers heard.
Enough windows to drive Hitchcock insane.
Lights in the dark, cubicles apart
Eyes met across vastness, futures began
In the end, all lights die.
And now they were trapped forever
New prisons, no bars just glass.
Each gleaming window, a new world
Get Escher for me, will you?
He’s there, gazing from window 39.
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Cosmopolitan haven, yet only whispers heard.
Enough windows to drive Hitchcock insane.
Lights in the dark, cubicles apart
Eyes met across vastness, futures began
In the end, all lights die.
And now they were trapped forever
New prisons, no bars just glass.
Each gleaming window, a new world
Get Escher for me, will you?
He’s there, gazing from window 39.