A Highrise Apartment

​A highrise apartment
Made of air. Its foundation
Is sizzling electricity,
It strikes each deformation,

As though a king lives there,
Intolerant and raw,
Striking down pretenders
With the excuse of law,

The wind that swoops
Down from the stratosphere,
That lifts the dust, that stirs
The wavelets round the pier,

Clear the air until
The eyes are bright, 
Until it may be read
By the slightest acolyte