Perspectives

The streets seem in indecent haste
cannot wait to rush together
somewhere just above our thoughts
where all lines of perspective meet.
There buildings will collide as one.
A single point.        A sonic boom.

Illustrious men will turn to stone
who never left a stone unturned
and strong men will still stand alone.
Yule Brynner gazing from his throne
finds enchantment in a bird.
The King and I now seems absurd.
Commands his subjects. Make him fly.
Fly bird and he to some high nest
lay the musical to rest
above the clash of steel and glass
above the clash of skin and class
above the narrowing of space
space to breathe and space for grace
where concrete bleeds and flesh is stone
and every babe is fully grown
all men are born of every race
and nature is man's interface.

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Written for The Magpie Tales picture prompt.