Above congested interests of those lost on the edge.
Before relentless tenderness of prose left in the head.
Below average incomes drawn at regular intervals.
Beyond oncoming sympathies that are returnable.
Beneath undertows and overflows out of the fountain tap.
Under political approval falling from the mountain top.
Away from unlit sunny days observed from ten floors deep.
With background noise of flickering replies replacing sheep.
Within agendas simplified and published for their sake.
Without the greater space released by you now once awake.
Wintered in the hemispheres of all those now exempt
And finally concluded by the finest of ascents.
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