South Tower, 96th Floor, Corner Office
    F. John Sharp
"Come where you can breathe, she says.
There is no breathing here;
air is poison, searing, near solid.

To live I must lean and breathe.
Soon the flames will touch me,
push me to lean farther.

Past leaning is flying.
Flying is freedom;
freedom is choice.

The hatred behind me
soon will force choosing.
I hope I have the courage
to choose to fly.


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