Thursday, June 14, 2012


the jumbled heap
of murky buildings
reaches up
and grabs us
from the air.

Our plane blends
with life below
and we become
what they are.

Plans crystalized
in the air melt
into the stasis
of landlocked life.

Airy illusion
is wrenched
from our psyches
and we become
bricks and mortar.

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