in the Before Choice Disturbs
Is there a domed sky
that stretches all around your spinning
Earth circle frame
orange pink horizon
At odds with insect
As the constellations form
Sounds like icy fine heaven.
I know a boxed sky.
Buildings with rippled abdomens overpowering,
Strongarming sunlight in a violet
Redirect off their mirrored struts.
And think, "No sun today."
But, gracing just right
Among money's cathedrals
The sky takes on that bang blue hue,
Found in prospectus filtered photos.
Looking up past these offices of brokers.
There is this austere square horizon.
It's this glowering towered sky
That is the most insolate thing,
Next to a heartbeat.