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Can you see through the smog in the air
In which the sun’s bright light is dimming from space debris, but we do not care
Twilight's last gleaming, the only time the harsh pollution is hidden
Oh say can you see?
By the dawn’s early light
The big wall towering
Over us all upright
Whose broad bricks
And bright clay
The world's shortest song, perhaps,
Is just one word
It is poetic and kind
Yet it sends chills down one's spine
To think that one could be different from the rest
She pushed in the knob and turned up the volume.
Her heart recognized the first sound and
latched on before her ears caught up.
In that moment,
in that space of pure recognition
This no-man’s land,
It’s habit now;
You drink it in,
You take a bow.
Posturing silence
A word then a pause;
Applause!
