PandoraGlitters
Sandy Survivor
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2007
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(better late perhaps)
Seen me from many angles
he says, all good
as if I were architecture
and he could discern, simply from scrutiny
from street level
surveying the size, depth, nature
of what he was dealing with.
Who. In this case who. I am not a metaphor.
I have no cornice nor transom. Nothing about me
is concrete. Nothing about me is really
crumbling (perhaps a few fine
cracks). A single building could not compare
because it does not live. Now a city!
A city maybe. It crumbles, erects, rumbles
with parades and violence, sings high
sirens of alarm and joy
and in that, perhaps a surveyor could find
a ledge to grasp. Perhaps an orange line
to chalk before storms wash
everything away, but if I were a city
I would wish for a suburb
like him to wrap around me
with all of its bedrooms ready
for more than sleep.
Seen me from many angles
he says, all good
as if I were architecture
and he could discern, simply from scrutiny
from street level
surveying the size, depth, nature
of what he was dealing with.
Who. In this case who. I am not a metaphor.
I have no cornice nor transom. Nothing about me
is concrete. Nothing about me is really
crumbling (perhaps a few fine
cracks). A single building could not compare
because it does not live. Now a city!
A city maybe. It crumbles, erects, rumbles
with parades and violence, sings high
sirens of alarm and joy
and in that, perhaps a surveyor could find
a ledge to grasp. Perhaps an orange line
to chalk before storms wash
everything away, but if I were a city
I would wish for a suburb
like him to wrap around me
with all of its bedrooms ready
for more than sleep.