In the shadows

of tall buildings


of fallen angels


on the ceilings

Oily feathers


and bronzen concrete


faded colors

pieces left incomplete


The light moves slowly


past the electric fence

across the borders


between continents




In the Cathedrals


of New York and Rome


there is a feeling

that you should just go Home


and spend the lifetime


finding out just where that is




In the shadows


of tall buildings

the architecture


is slowly peeling


Marble statues

and glass dividers


someone is watching


all of the outsiders

The line moves slowly


through the numbered gate


past the mosaic

of the Head of State





In the Cathedrals

of New York and Rome


there is a feeling


that you should just go Home

and spend the lifetime


finding out just where that is




In the shadows

of tall buildings

of open arches


and lessly knealing

Sonic landscapes


echoing vistas

someone is listening

from a safe distance


The line moves slowly

into the fading light

a final moment


in the dead of night



In the Cathedrals


of New York and Rome

there is a feeling

that you should just go Home

and spend the lifetime


finding out just where that is



In the Cathedrals


of New York and Rome

there is a feeling

that you should just go Home

and spend the lifetime


finding out just where that is