In Sunleung, I feel
That New York City
False kind of security
Of being surrounded by
The mysterious aura of
Great industry
Like nature
Where-around it happens so
Apparently fast
That you only see the results
In moments like this–
The complete masterpiece,
Of a building
Like a tree
Whose stages of growth you’ve missed
The architecture engulfs you
Putting the sky out of reach
Man-made trenches
Bury me deep
Everything is artificial
But bred to aspire
I’m led to inspire
A feeling that I should be here
Mando
Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.
