I saw the meraki's dripping,
From phosphenes of a seraphic irish,
Where beauties rewild in thick solasta,
As laws of nature trip from his lips...
Like a cold, magnificent mesosphere,
Vaporizing burning meteors,
With such of an astonishing force,
Modernism lazes upon Engineer's arms,
Resembling floresta harbouring woodnotes...
I awe at skyscrapers reaching the high,
I glimpse at roadways meandering sigh,
From cosmos to litmus, I spot him encoding the truth,
With fierce enigma and yugen beatitude-
He wedges the pillars of human-glory
Upon the river-beds, upon Mercury!
If creation were a gloaming abendrot,
He would have been the greatest painter,
Whose soul brings life to the roaming sheatherny,
And heart whelves, their evening prayers
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