Castles

Castles that lifted up the eye,

mundane, floating in space

and eventually, empty.

I stood upon the shattered rock

in the city of despair

and I leapt off like a bird already in flight.

I saw visions in the streets,

Of great sincerity

and of great pain.

I saw the solemn statues on the sidewalks,

The metal of their cheeks rusted by tears.

I saw the aching sores on the face of god; and I breathed in the heavy air,

Thick with the shame of existence.

From up high, the castles whispered, each hour:

We are all there is

And the billboards smiled

We are all there is, they said in their stylish font, with a sneer