PHASE ME NOT
THE MOUNTAINS OF MIND
If this then becomes the night, I wish for day.
Never before have I stood in such a solid place
wishing for it to be gone : I harbor no fears, just
an odd bliss of certitude. On high, the sunlight is
glistening off dormers of steel - some girdered
management of an engineer's time and an architect's
place. Somehow, all such things come to fruition.
Santiago Calatrava - were he here to say - would
add a word or two to this, I'm sure. Yet, now, I am
the one speaking beneath the vaulted ceiling of a
whimsical arc soaring high like a dream. Look, look
at me looking up! Never before has this been
seen or done. I feel free and elated.
THE MOUNTAINS OF MIND
If this then becomes the night, I wish for day.
Never before have I stood in such a solid place
wishing for it to be gone : I harbor no fears, just
an odd bliss of certitude. On high, the sunlight is
glistening off dormers of steel - some girdered
management of an engineer's time and an architect's
place. Somehow, all such things come to fruition.
Santiago Calatrava - were he here to say - would
add a word or two to this, I'm sure. Yet, now, I am
the one speaking beneath the vaulted ceiling of a
whimsical arc soaring high like a dream. Look, look
at me looking up! Never before has this been
seen or done. I feel free and elated.
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