Way up here from this balcony I see more buildings
Rows of brick and granite monuments
Talisman of permanence and importance
Gifting validity to the lines of beautiful people below
On their way to that new Raman place
Viscous humidity draws sweat on their foreheads
Beyond them sits the center of the universe
With its manicured lawn and whitewashed facade
But when I try to take a picture
It is just a small white building in a dark city night
-T. Weeks
(A response to “There Was a Child Went Forth”)
Life Immense 