the weight of these stones
takes me to the bottom of the river
that runs through the heart
of my city. to sink that far,
I empty my lungs of all my songs.
they are as empty as sugarbowls
and as purple as figs. the space
around me vibrates with the world to come.
these buildings shudder. they are
not at all what they set out to be.
without tenants, they are flooded.
the tin ceilings sag. they do not shine.