I wander in search of a time after time,
Refusing to abort this dangerous climb
Into a space of great complexity --
The towers rise above this great city.
Can a place have a spirit? What about me?
Mine's just more complex than a towering tree.
Spirit arises with great density
Of space and of time. What propensity
For love of music's attracting chime
Has led me to unfolding out this new rhyme?
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