Maybe next week I'll look up
and see a building
in that thriving metropolis
see a skyscraper
made from chrome and steel and glass
with windows like mirrors
and I'll almost miss the cubicle worker
whose hands are flat
against the glass
who stares down at me through the pane
like that last lemming
waiting to jump
he's just one step, I'll think,
before becoming
another falling man
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