Such smooth geometry,
shocking even here in
a city of miracles:
A testament to sinew and will
realized in sharp lines
cutting into space
something
in the space of
not quite nothing.
Shinar left unstruck
the dissonance of babel
its only common tongue;
These cold towers enfold
and eclipse
me.
But your arc cannot
be constrained by their
mortal compass.
Your ascension chastens.
A threat. A promise.
2/11/98 JMV