May I have your attention please!
Passengers are requested
Not to travel on rooftops.
Tops and bottoms,
And the curious likes.
You are requested not to climb out,
Or even sit on the cerulean surfaces.
Just stand up and mingle in,
Near the doors and the passages,
Become a thick gelatinous smog,
Felt but never caught.
Be on the moving floor, juggling.
Aspire not for the high roof,
But the erect of these men.
Don’t reach out,
But lower down.
For there lies everything unachievable above,
And what’s worth life, love
Is below.
Sometime peeking sometime hidden.
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