Louie G. // FLOOR

 The bottom of all buildings,

The base of the world,

Derived from solid ground made

Artificially smooth.

 

Below and beneath us,

Disgusting and dirty,

Yet cleaned to perfection,

Treasured like silver.

 

Stuck to billions of pairs of feet

In bonds that will never break;

We march across this surface

As balancing beasts,

Indefinitely,

Indifferently.

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