the outline of the city

the sheerness of its height

i thought that i was kidding

whe i said --- i love this sight



i love this skyline

towers rising from the trees

white bars on a blue graph

not exactly flapping in the breeze



cast upon a great white plaza

filtered down through architects' maps

a stand of glassy super-structures

rising from the sprawling city flats



streaming to the blue sea

gleaming like beluga

reducing to teeming atoms

and a shimmering in the wind



hope you have your camera

hope you have some paper

because if no one gets this down

then it's gone forever



this is the elevator

i press all the buttons

every floor is different

a different number anyway



the marble in the lobby

the silent corridors

is this the new church out of which... no one pours



i feel i'm rising higher

i must be in the clouds by now

i knew it when i saw it

i picked the right office tower



i feel i heard it lift off

break away from all the rest

lifting its great heaviness