The Architect

Look around you! See, the now is everwhere as spirits fly from flesh bent over drafting tables, sharing vision with the last of Wright's apprentices. What messages will flow across the global plain? What secret sinews celebrate their isolation from millenia of boxes heaped upon themselves? Free spirits all and Wright, sardonic ghost unwitting father of beneficence assumes a single facet in a cosmic jewel/ For now, this planetary face has made a synthesis of art to house our work, and play, and inspiration. Now the schools roam free, thank God! Boxes opening inhabitants embraced, stone and glass are lovers, not containers, shadows, now reflections... workers, prison free, are celebrants. The style of life, an artform feeding skylines, movements in a synphony of form and tempi. Outside is in and passageways are petals hovering, their flowers offering a time of rest before their faded fall, paving paths of hope. For now. design inspires the theatre of street, and races drawn together, birth a culture free of wizened dreams, embracing Guggenheim, and Sidney and the wonders of an age of mystics yet to come. For now, I pray you free, young man, for Wright is dead, and your festivity is in your stretching and your knowing, just as he a century ago seized faith in broken icons--you and sisters, brothers, give us hope of revelation still beyond our sight, another new tomorrow--bursting light! ~