Climbing Stairs

From this height
all I can see
is the city lights
of a wintry evening.

Below, streams of white
and red pass,
and carve the black-green
garden sea.

Above, stars shiver
with the cold moon,
reflections of the
chaotic earth.

I delight in the noise
and the cutting wind.
All I can see
is the city lights.

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