It was a blind mind
fabricated the city,
all anguish & angles.
What unlettered head
wrought the fearful symmetry?
A child it was
placed the blocks,
an alphabet addressingsky
with accidental messages
indecipherable in the light
whole words
fragrant as cardamon pods
crushed in the elbows of darkness.
A child it was
piled the blocks
in a jumble of angles & angels
which alight on the sills,
small
falling like crystals of ice
to the sidewalk.
Their melting like sobbing
floats the city
of anguish & angles.
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