everything seems a figure
waves crashing
meanwhile we receive
laps at our feet
the little ones poking for bread
the prices not the same
staging a line of photos
everything manmade
the pigeons the grass
even the magic
searching for forms
each poem a house
searching for rituals
the rooftop valleys
i note the lighting
the negative space is really what's striking
open ends
searching for similarities
each color a house
Architect i'd like to meet you someday
I need a lil bit more time for that "free" feeling
reminds me more of the öld ways
wonder how long i hold accents
each city a figure
each tower a superstition