City Sprawl

in the wake of the city that sprawled merrily and grew, grew every day sung like a ditty the more everyday; of a supreme thought the underbelly: ah! my Monsignor that was where I learnt to measure view in details view under the lens the supreme thought make it bear more thoughts sublime offspring thereof; then in time a whole descent of the thoughts; that was where I arrived at that level, and stopped to take breath but then froze in the sun light with no hope of thawing: so resigned, with bent head, I prowled round and round in my fury-frustration in the whorls of the net in the city in the calm in the silence of palaces and streets that be strait in the expectation of dark and of sunset and dusk to look from the belvedere from the high silent city the Medina on so many other towns and cities and settlements. on the whole of the star-lineages the mantle of silver comprising the moon the mantle and me we touched, communicated as through a thought, then more thoughts till reason was sated. the roll of the jazz was the roll of the thunder the flash of the lighting the call of the crowds the waters full gliding through mists up surged from the levels of our Mother the Earth. I smelt the smell of the chemicals the bowels of Earth in the working the belly of thought and the sump of the doubt: the pride of assertion of assertion of assertion... round about the day as it wound round and around the tinkling of bells my Monsignor the time has come to hear me to the heavens my ear I place my ear my ear... and a whole constellation - a whole, I repeat, with the dazzling of my eyes I trace