on the demon-haunted architecture of towers

wouldn’t you like an architectural span in optics,
in the light of the natural world, say, in refraction,
in the broken shards of the visible spectrum vouch
safed by the god Seth in his daemonic palaces,
built a thousand feet high and raining down
visions of eternal life for the common folk
bound to earth by chains of angelic jokiness?
isn’t it a gas what they do up there, above you?

12/30/06