the outline of the city the sheerness of its height I thought that I was kidding when I said - I love this sight
I love this skyline towers rising from the trees white bars on a blue graph not exactly flapping in the breeze
cast upon a great white plaza filtered down through architects' maps a stand of glassy super-structures rising from the sprawling city flats
streaming to the blue sea gleaming like beluga reduced to teeming atoms and shimmering in the heat
hope you have your camera hope you have some paper because if no one gets this down then it's gone forever
this is the elevator I press all the buttons every floor is different a different number anyway
the marble in the lobby the silent corridors is this the new church out of which.. no one pours
I feel I'm rising higher I must be in the clouds by now I knew it when I saw it I picked the right office tower
I feel I heard it lift off break away from all the rest lifting its great heaviness
hope you have your camera ...
strange when I think about it well, that I should write of birds and flying things I always tried to avoid it reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry well - I'm not perfect
I don't know why it moves me maybe I'm going to die soon a secret known only to known only to not even me
I want to live forever I fear maybe you don't I fear that I will lose you leave me here to carry on alone
that's why I'm not that surprised that one has broken away has lifted from the silent earth and carried me away
hope you have your camera hope you have some paper because if no one gets this down then it's gone forever
a crystalline set of dominoes except not really crystalline and sort of domino-like but not really
life is a tall white building lifting from the silent earth it's carrying a message carrying it away