Elemental trains lug primordial
thoughts across country, scoring the land bright.
And slowing of huddled passengers in
plush chairs, to see the most marvelous sight.
Piled high slate roofs, peaking up to see
the busy people pouring past in daze.
Markets with goods stacked like rubble in ruins,
sellers chirping in different tongues,
singing of sales, singing of bargains, clash!
A cacophony of sound, crashing coins
corrosive and healing, true, false.
Culture patchwork stitched together, shining
in difference, in fusion, in bright
fluid movements through stone, through air, through all.
Fragments of architectural changes,
fingerprints of the people passing through.
Addition improves, changes, clarifies
each step builds a new city that does not
change. Wroat greets you like a friend you know not.
Warm embrace like family, a comfort.