It was a blind mind
fabricated the city,
all anguish & angles.

What unlettered head
wrought the fearful symmetry?

A child it was
placed the blocks,
an alphabet addressing [] sky
with accidental messages
indecipherable in the light

whole words
fragrant as cardamon pods
crushed in the elbows of darkness.

A child it was
piled the blocks
in a jumble of angles & angels []

which alight on the sills,
small [] metallic calls
falling like crystals of ice
to the sidewalk. []
Their melting like sobbing

floats the city
of anguish & angles.

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