Thou Shalt Not Strive to be the witty one

“Best equip to observe and record”

Words of uncertain origin clumsily traced upon skin,
On tip toes clad in pale silk,

Beyond the protective boundaries,
Security dwindles and is overcome,
forced to move South,

Fifteen thousand feet,
climbing

The dream begun to grow cold,
confined within the medieval walls, governed by the elected,
The words of past lovers recently disregarded,
accelerated by the collapse of the Roman rule,

Cobbles underfoot, uncomfortable to the soul,
dense with a notion of the undercounted

Eighteen thousand feet,
climbing still,

The earliest attempted explanation, A place to hide in a time of hostility,
Abandoned, designated for regeneration,

Significant territorial expansion quells the doubt,
A certain fate hung for petty theft,

The role of the trendsetter revived;
Flourishing under its own unique administration,

Twenty six thousand feet and cruising.