Forever and flying, high iron cools low concrete
Beneath my constant feet
Let steps be rhythm
With bars complete
By bass
My own heart beat
Distant thunder
Flooding tunnels
Sixty stories high
Would sails could catch the wind inside
And masts command their strength
What power matters underground
What words transcend a breath
My tacking gaze
Towards quiet place
No power here to hold
Its sacred shape
One ancient fate
Is worth its weight in gold
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