Among the Forgotten Things, from Kung to Dunung

​Among the forgotten things, from Kung to Dunung
From vapor to chaos, from generations
Wrinkled, shrunken, from the deep black
Crevices, rises steam in bright gyrations,

Rising with a thready constitution, 
A structure luminous, a limelight,
A pleasant glow racing to the horizon,
Over a perfect city, a lucent meteorite,

A light that shouts fair names,
A sweetness in the dark, a tang
Of a forgotten park, a throne,
A murmur of a song that father sang.