These days, he came up with a plan-
solid and serious gray like the exterior
of a house or an uncut tree trunk...
he built stairs that faced the road-
a secret double life, the trust
of things and balance
between pure form and natural elements
(objects he carried with him always)
He knew modern things grew quickly
and more easily than old buildings, oceans
or transluscent stars...
(lanterns over his huge and thinly packaged city)
He created horizontal spaces, he created
facades of body set against bright blue walls,
floral prints of women walking through his night
and dazzling things that glowed like steel...
(translating them into something organic)
In the end, he rejected Light and swallowed it
in favor of the redeeming quality of shadow.