City of speaking,
Wisdom and worlds.
Galaxies pining
And biding unfurled.
Beds chaste with luxury
And whimsy to cast.
Breast of the heavens,
Squeezing your milk,
Taken by gallant, garrish
Platoons.
Seeking a festival without
due parade.
Amazing the silence to which
Armageddon is played.
written by rtav