As night rose, the skyscraper lit up one window at a time, ever changing though the starlit moments as if it were music for the eyes.
The skyscraper is the metal and glass, the stories that grow within it are up to us. A stage, after all, is but a stage awaiting soles.
The skyscrapers gave structure to the cityscape and, over time, became etched in my psyche as a kind of visual lullaby.
These skyscrapers, these silver trees of geometry, reached sunward, inviting the eye up into the blue.
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