A CITY RISES
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Into the city from the top storey.
The streets of Buenos Aires are roaring below.
The city where everything turns out right.
They take you along in right-
angles. But shadows are blowing here
and pebblestone buildings
swirl. There is one
with a heart of grazed red stone.
And so as not to see a heart pouring itself out
you go downstairs. Hang onto your shadow.
The red hem round your neck opens out
into a red river. Think waterfall.
Waterfalls.
A piano lid slams a house shut.
Swipes a building against the wall.
In the lift you stumble over the threshold from a certain house.
A ceiling of stars ascends.
Twenty storeys plunge. Full length.
A city rises.
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