Study the city
for it is a natural
crystal of mind
cultured in our thunder-egg skull.

Read the high notes
of buildings marching the length of the city.
For they are darkly stepping bedrock
raised to daylight.

Up & down equivocal ,
unheard melodies are sweetest.

Imagined forwards
or backwards,
the Platonic city is pure song
equal in time as the dead.

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