They stood apart,
\nthe rich man
\nand the man who had enough,
\nwatching the city from the space needle.
\nThey drifted together
\nlike transparent clouds,
\nuntil shoulder to shoulder they touched,
\nabsent in other thoughts.<\/p>\n
The rich man thought,
\nI won the city,
\nand the ache of power
\nspread through him like a disease.
\nThe other looked into the sun
\njust above the planet\u2019s edge,
\nand thought,
\nI\u2019m one of millions,
\nand the ache of his singularity
\nspread through him like a disease.<\/p>\n
Between them, nothing was good
\nand nothing was bad.
\nWhat mattered made no matter.
\nIf they jumped from the window
\nthey would hit the ground
\nat the same time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They stood apart, the rich man and the man who had enough, watching the city from the space needle. They drifted together like transparent clouds,…<\/p>\n