建築師

i

We are Architects of traced water
Finding crossbeams for our lives
Foundations of friends and lovers
And career elevators, community
Contributions, civic towers
We are builders primarily
Even our explorations are
Construction surveys, of identity

ii

In the progress of our design
How we live and motivate
The materials the sculptor
The interior design of our beliefs
Morals, will-power, efforts to act
As artists our dreams follow
The crowds we conform to

iii

We are Architects without Sunsets
Only cities, poor representations
Of what we desire, with few
Moonlit screens to hold on to
A few opportunities to arrange
The perfect scenario of our lives.

To a Heart so desperately in Port

I am oppressed by Cathedral tunes
Of another age, or am I so ancient thus?
Carrying a Heavenly Hurt

From life to life, like a thief –
With little internal indifference
And hugged purple scars

That give me my cup of meaning
For the water of brief identity
It’s an imperial affliction to be

A part of a world you don’t believe in
A species, that made wrong choices
There’s shadows everywhere

Hold your breath, do not partake
In the look of death, though it kills you
Without a sound, this is the life

We have been given –
the appalling calculations, as a
Funeral on the road, with

No pennies for flowers
Without self-forgiveness on wild nights.

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Power of Landscapes

We were all still lives in a landscape
Carrying on our shoulders the preferences
Of a world in waiting, being born

From our chest emerged
The stub of progress
A leg bone of surviving

Dignity that approached
The macrocosm with underlying
Curiosity, humility, midnight affairs

With far-away stars, we were
The children of death, or so it seemed
Ready to produce, consume, destroy –

Maybe we were not models of being mortal
But elements raged around us
That hit us like glass, bone, metal, flesh

Our families could not abandon matter
We gave line to inheritance, jerking back
From the end-of-life, no matter the obstacles

We were all living in a landscape
Of pyramids of our own species.

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