Broadcast Tower
I find reflections of everything in all of it
Ropes of exhaled smoke
Eyes climb diligent to higher levels
Fortified by drag after drag
Drags me from the body that much faster
Split sidewalk shows me honesty
We take the convenient route even when it's imperfect
Someone cries out
Cuts it short
Shuts their mouth
Another broadcast tower relaying its love and anguish
Muffled too soon to be sure I even heard it
Building across the street
Vines that try to hide it
Like the you and me we try to be
Pretending it's us growing when
things are growing around us
I loosen my grip on all of it
Try not to conjure the ropes quite as often
My eyes can climb up other things
or rest for a time on someone's best regions
A sidewalk is just a sidewalk
Not every chalk message is meant for me
Still sooner or later
with tower upon tower
one or two will broadcast my frequency
The vines don't conceal what's real
They just make it apparent from a distance
That there are certain embraces
you're trapped in if you get wrapped in