Buildings

This time the disco stops. Rome is the backyard of my mind. I am meant to hold on to harmony on a fine day. The wind is about 40 miles from the sun. I am standing in a circle. I open my mouth and hold the 7 colours of your temptation. I am waiting. I am strategic. I am the last frog in the well. I am a building on a cliff. My heart is giving in to your suspicion. If you stop this music now please also remember to delay the deceit.