Element: Wood
Skeleton of a faceless hull, bows and bends, giving way to wind and will | Consorting all such tiny pieces to make an urban cage of symmetry and denial | Do these trusses know that the birds sing a different tune? | What thoughts have these naked sills, unadorned, of lazy noontime breezes? | Structural vacant eyes framing Vitruvian's gold and all its natural splendor | Until an eve not far off when you may pull draped linens across the sacred panorama of the sky || And when all is settled within, in some time from then til now | A distant recollection may sweep past the stretch of years and offer up a sentiment | A glimpse of long forgotten hearts that hang above head | Then may the hope return to the artless days of unfashioned living | When all that was, will be there still | Letting restless winds rustle the frond and nettle of a different kind. - Elle
Skeleton of a faceless hull, bows and bends, giving way to wind and will | Consorting all such tiny pieces to make an urban cage of symmetry and denial | Do these trusses know that the birds sing a different tune? | What thoughts have these naked sills, unadorned, of lazy noontime breezes? | Structural vacant eyes framing Vitruvian's gold and all its natural splendor | Until an eve not far off when you may pull draped linens across the sacred panorama of the sky || And when all is settled within, in some time from then til now | A distant recollection may sweep past the stretch of years and offer up a sentiment | A glimpse of long forgotten hearts that hang above head | Then may the hope return to the artless days of unfashioned living | When all that was, will be there still | Letting restless winds rustle the frond and nettle of a different kind. - Elle
