There's something so addicting to the sounds on castle high
Above the world below where it's vigor slightly dims.
The noise might fade but the feeling lives
As if feelings here might come to die.
Out in the country the sound is life
Crawling, biting, fecund with silence
But the city makes the quiet such din!
And far away, I hear it: light.
Oh you vicious ear pornography
That cannot be felt or imagined or seen
The sound of the city from way up high
So brilliantly invigorating, it's here I might die
For atop the castle that scrapes the sky
Is it any miracle we wonder why
From day to dawn, far up here I sigh
And revisit my love and watch that distant life.
Outside the bubble and movement below
I relax and listen to the multitude go.
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