‘The half finished sandstone concrete skyscraper
Looks in the clear orange morning light
Like it has been here for forever
Or for a very long time
It looks like a fossil or some prehistoric behemoth
Or the spinal chord of the world
Clicking all to the hot…’
He continues on his mid-morning rambling
But this is the good part of the day
Maybe the best
Still a quarter asleep
And so life is still reeling,
Bleary eyed and sunken
Trying to
Make sense of itself.
And there is truth in what he says
The half finished skyscraper
Is in the clear orange morning light.
