Reconstruction

I wish you well

I wish you right

I spell your name

Upon my mirror’s fog this night

Fatigue is but a severance

Cutting short the light inside

Shaking, trembling, fading quick

Not sure of the words that crash you down,

Not aware of what it was that worked you up

Topographic

Buildings grow

Gut the earth

Kill the dirt

Transplant the soil

Converting the natural

To cold concrete and steel erect

Didn’t we learn, not to try and touch the sun?

Was the message blurry, was the eyes fogged up, could you not assemble the warning that the myth constructs?

Alas,

Daedalus,

Here we come

again