Bound stillness,
captured result:
the chronology of creation
reflects a megastructure built to harvest
a dying idea in supernova.
The architecture of the mind
is a cemetery city,
the tombs of themes and progressions nailed
into place —
in closure, in artifice.
The Crystal Palace,
the Ebony Obelisk —
even the central stillness
of all motion,
the necessary null of the sum of all vectors,
is marked by a sturdy torii
at the end of the heart of the universe.
In this way, the border of desire
is dotted with marvel:
at the terminus
of every lost fantasy,
a regal station stands against the pink of twilight
with declarative colonnades:
the end of an idea,
absence made present.
The soaring atria of the possibilities therein
are painted blue.
Every Monument a Marble Janus 