in the shadows of tall buildings
of fallen angels on the ceilings
oily feathers in bronze and concrete
faded colors, peices left incomplete
the line moves slowly past the electric fence
across the borders between continents
in the cathedrals of new york and rome
there is a feeling that you should just go home
and spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
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