Like a hurried geology that
arose out off glasshouses came the
skyscrapers; meanwhile, History
cut a swathe through the Natural World
and architecture strove to regain it.
Lost to the familiar, Age moved us
out of living memory, unlike those tribes,
the autochthons who saw the earths
infancy still. Let us go, you & I,
to re-invent the damage and call it
discovery, to uniformly lift up our cry
in schadenfreude, meek before Great Cities
that bend as fenders to the glare.