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The New Buildings

And there were other
        words left unspoken
                but we were young then
and knew there would be time
        before the paint peeled
                back from the bricks
and we could see the seedy
        underbelly of the building
                the way it was
when it was new before
        it was old and then
                we would see the way
our predecessors saw
        if not through their own eyes
                then through the ghost
of an eye woven as it were
        with the impenetrable
                sound of aghast
at the sight of buildings
        being erected
                before they were new.

By Joshua Keiter

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