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Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005


Terrible structures have been erected upon the skyline
through which the sun must grin on rising
so that dawn and dusk have become times of tainted light
and only at noon when the rays fall directly on the streets
can we see with clarity.

Condemned to this protection by our law
we cannot wholly loathe imprisonment.
We were born here. Sometimes
I think there is a mystery in dawns and gloamings
a crime has made us unfit to look upon

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