829 Fourth Street, Ne

Drop a pin before you begin, bring oxygen, plenty of water, bring your coolest cool cause it’s gonna get hotter, get lost and like it, so big you can bike it, a house demanding a standing ovation barely beneath the seat of the nation, a kitchen defying description, space like a fictional vision, no rhyme for Guggenheim, a gentle division of state and church, an office perch, levitating, a bedroom search, meditating, a master-suite I swear a retreat, don’t stop, turn up the heat, big air, up there, on top, who knew so few had such a vast city view.