Published in Abridged 0-81: Xanadu
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Architect holds
crane memories.
Oozed foundations. Necessary
partition. Prongs immovable.
Prism eyes metalising the sky.
And somewhere, proud husks of men delight.
Architect dreams
an embryonic howl,
borne on the block
channelled wind:
a lost, littered people
swarming
from every dank corner
to squat, to occupy.
Pillars remain unwrapped, naked
floors suck down cold, light
the grey of cloud. Cavernous drafts
actualised. Voided monument
swirled in a dream mist.
Architect slumped inside
the never entrance,
with all the gravitas of a balloon,
screw eyed seeking
the first imagined glow,
high in the dead air.
crane memories.
Oozed foundations. Necessary
partition. Prongs immovable.
Prism eyes metalising the sky.
And somewhere, proud husks of men delight.
Architect dreams
an embryonic howl,
borne on the block
channelled wind:
a lost, littered people
swarming
from every dank corner
to squat, to occupy.
Pillars remain unwrapped, naked
floors suck down cold, light
the grey of cloud. Cavernous drafts
actualised. Voided monument
swirled in a dream mist.
Architect slumped inside
the never entrance,
with all the gravitas of a balloon,
screw eyed seeking
the first imagined glow,
high in the dead air.
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The future dreaming of the past, the past dreaming of the future, and both shutting the window on the changeful, mortalising weather of now. Xanadu is where we discover and where we ignore that every palace we build for please is a mausoleum. And, in the end, Xanadu is a vault, a tower without a door, a locket around your neck, where you try to keep everything safe that you’ve already lost.
The future dreaming of the past, the past dreaming of the future, and both shutting the window on the changeful, mortalising weather of now. Xanadu is where we discover and where we ignore that every palace we build for please is a mausoleum. And, in the end, Xanadu is a vault, a tower without a door, a locket around your neck, where you try to keep everything safe that you’ve already lost.