A city for an architect, its splendor veils his belief; a grid from an engineer, his vision shades its autocracy. They run with us, they’re never among us; autonomy fades the stripes, for which a specter haunts. Monument, achievement, heritage and uniform came as symmetry. Mirrors reflect the diagonal where people walk; once tasty, the shoreline draws them to take a rest and pains. The square to parade, the premature crown climbs on boots; desperately winged, the torch breaks through the sky where no cloud is allowed; hateful, though the fight finished.
J-W.H/A+U&D 