as i walk these empty streets
where peddlars discarded their invaluable varieties
where hearts and horns argued against silence
the bridges and buildings seem barely stable
as though the concrete and pavement were nothing more than canyons of
well-camouflaged cotton candy
and my thoughts the saliva that might dissolve the thin sugar
of their formal forms
if every fold and fancy of the world collapsed into an ethereal aerosol
and left only a dim tidbit in the center of the metropolis
a tangible symbol for thoughts made real
faded
than lost to memory
and eventually oblivion
only then
could I hear the quiet songs
of creation