Thursday, September 11, 2008


To the beat of arched light,
cathedral climbs of stone
ribbed like bone,
reminisce the angels.

Blood like fire,
wings pearlescent marble,
they beat through city streets
glancing coloured prisms
from the walls.

How the architecture changes
from Roman to postmodern.
They marvel at inherent creativity,
rise beside highrise ghettos,
decadent, dishevelled, still
awakening the beating gift
of muscle beneath ribs.


Blogger Chris Never said...


inspired by cathedrals caught in the blaze of neo spartan modern construction which lacks so much yet promised even less lol

10:20 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...


4:56 AM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I'm off for a week, I will catch ya later next week if your around kid

take care


10:08 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

ok, seeya. have fun

10:12 PM  

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