Up the stairs again
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Up the stairs again ____________________
I walk up the painted cosmic stairs — — yes, those steps unsightly, up to door mundane — those coarse and homely sketchèd steps approximating loveliness in vain.Majestic more by far is downèd log:
e'en gnarl of most unsightly vine.
Yet opulent is made the crass abode
by leisurely reflections cast within.
The suburbs are all mottled through with mud —
with plastic detritus and cubic crud,
and yet — those stairs above the searing street
make portal for my sore and weary feet.
