The tallest building in the world
Looking like a computer generated spirit
Rising into space
Unlike any man made structure I’ve ever seen
In the streets Arabians walking slowly
In their traditional dress
The women’s eyes black with makeup
Giving them a stark presence
This desert people citified only barely
How can you change spirits
Born out of shifting sands?
In the bazaar bartering with Iranians, Indians, Pakistanis
Always understanding more than they appear
Me, too tired to play the game
Either giving in but mostly walking on
Acquiring anything seems wasteful useless
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