II (R2)

Memory built the Palaz of Hoon
From candid glass and brilliant marble
With pieces of the afternoon, and twilight soon
Thrown in for grace. The structure toppled
On its own foundations, leaning first toward obelisks
Of dawn, then dusk, then shivering like a mirage.
The marriage of fond thoughts conceived
Its columns in the sky;
Trappings of the bird made cages
Only western ceilings. It was all
Like a symphony; it clashed and made itself
The kind of edifice it was.
Inside I saw bright tears,
And speculating stars.