there is a skylight
and it is covered
in a film of grime
inaccessible to those
living beneath it
unless you were to
clamber on old
tiles turning to
shingles beneath
uncertain feet
there is moss
in places
small starbursts
or sea creatures
but staring carefully
into the sky
the clouds race
on winds unseen
and no moss can
dampen this feeling
of looking into
the rest of the world
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