" Puppet Anatomy "

They can dazzle
Or cauterize
When the smoke
Gets in your eyes...

There's a girl here
And she's almost you
Almost blue
Almost touching
That hope
The thing with feathers
A puppet anatomy
And the sweetness in the gale
Is heard
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
The thought of the sculptor's hands
On your quintessence
Is what we need
All the world
To be unashamed of
In passing....

Every night
When I go to bed
I pray
I wake up
To the freedom
Expressed
In
The heart of architecture....

Tony Taylor.   (Chicago)