Here I sit in a high rise
Bathed in fluorescent light
And gazing out at the night
A blanket of mist has descended
Slipping into every alleyway
Spreading moist cold air
Through car parks and shop fronts
Obscuring the night sky
So that only blurry yellow lights
Wanly shine through
From other buildings
Shaped like blocks of cheese
And interspersed with dark green
Patches that could be trees
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