Architecture

The architecture of an aunt Made the child dream of cupolas, Domes, other smoothly rounded shapes. Geometries troubled his sleep. The architecture of young women Mildly obsessed the young man: Its globosity, firmness, texture, Lace cobwebs for adornment and support. Miles from his aunt, the old child Watched domes and cupolas defaced In a hundred countries, as time passed. A thousand kilometres of lace defiled, And much gleaming and perfect architecture Flaming in the fields with no visible support.