Paris

Pushing the boundaries 

Paris came flying to me at sunset, the Effeil tower winking at the sun. It safeguards Paris' identity, standing on grounds of testimony. It is finger pointing at limitation of thought. The boundaries have to be pushed it says. Cars in the foreground are paying no attention. What might have been daring in the 19th Century
is an imperceptible echo from a distant past, lost in a traffic roar.