There’s broken stairways in my building…

and every time I go there, I feel like this is the last time I am going down. 

We all go down with one blasphemous afternoon at a time, 

but we don’t like that process to speed up from poetic occurrences. 

I say it’s better, while you have your parents…your disappearing friends, your girls of blue nail polish, 

It’s better to go down before them. 

Every time I come downstairs and I see the streets…the vendors…the historical civilization…

All of them have descended those stairways today,

In a beautiful satire that they might never be able to go up again…

That’s classic, that’s grand. 

Then what will happen if we fall, while going upwards? 

Well friends, we will call it the most graceful dissolution.

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