I don't take it any way other than the way it should be taken,
that way,
the wrong way,
the way the rest of us read it,
heard it,
and repeated it,
and on the rooftop of the building,
the sixty seventh floor,
next to a gargoyle,
I thought about the notion that I may have been wrong here,
that I may have misinterpreted this,
but the clouds were too close to my fingertips,
and it was much easier to go forward,
up and over,
than it was to go back,
and down those stairs,
and I liked the idea that they would always wonder about the mess,
it was selfish,
but it wasn't boring
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