if the wind stops
what happens to the air?
perhaps it fades.if the day stops
what happens to the hours?
perhaps they vanish.if the heart stops
what happens to the man?
perhaps he dies.
the reflections in the glass monolith
are the thoughts of Escher
some new cubist language
for architects and day trippers
"Acid City"
with fractal steel zebras
rows of ellipsis yawn sideways two stories
the sun is going down and soon
we will not retrieve this picture of happens to be
painted slick across the sky