City Of Glass

I walk among her edifices present and past
Twilight falls on the City of Glass
Melding into mixtures of darkened forms
Squares,angles and loops
Pompus pinnicles stand like arms stretched to spear
The soft pilose of white above
Bricks and morter weathered and worn
Incisively stand against satniic decadence
As worriors, angels's wings a fllutter, thier arms akimbo,
Stand Guard.

Colors sparkle from circular window lights and impart an
Intithesis to incipid walls of monder green that turn
Amber in the setting sun.
Reflections from steeled art wraps in Artic might
That stands frozen in time

Life's ribbon flows through her heart where arched blue crossings anchor At her sides.
Artieries flow with multitudes of humanity scurring here
And there wearing projectile of steel and wheels
Girdled by growth, taunting history pulsating with in her being.
where onece factories smoked and bleched there now lurks
A decadent rubble.
When the City of Glass arises from her centrifuged circle
The Flora bursts her pride awake
She Breathes