the outline of the city
the sheerness of its height
i thought that i was kidding
whe i said --- i love this sight

i love this skyline
towers rising from the trees
white bars on a blue graph
not exactly flapping in the breeze

cast upon a great white plaza
filtered down through architects' maps
a stand of glassy super-structures
rising from the sprawling city flats

streaming to the blue sea
gleaming like beluga
reducing to teeming atoms
and a shimmering in the wind

hope you have your camera
hope you have some paper
because if no one gets this down
then it's gone forever

this is the elevator
i press all the buttons
every floor is different
a different number anyway

the marble in the lobby
the silent corridors
is this the new church out of which no one pours

i feel i'm rising higher
i must be in the clouds by now
i knew it when i saw it
i picked the right office tower

i feel i heard it lift off
break away from all the rest
lifting its great heaviness