zur Einheit

The river flows slowly
the mountain range more so
but the latter ‘ll one day
dwarf that long held division
which ran along
the banks of the former, here
in old Fritz’s Grove.

To scrape the prize from
the face of the sky
one story upon the other
into the heavens
over this once cleft city
one unit beside the other
rising to form a concrete tribute
to flights of fancy wings of desire
and reign triumphant, cementing
the division fore the banks
for when these chains flow steady
the spoils go to the victorious one-
wait…

Do my shackles come with a key?

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