Dexsta Ray Jr.
Architecture - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
Some things are more than we perceive
Architects run it...
From restoration to construction
Is not your ordinary dream
Your blueprints would
You'd end up cleaning up it's style
A nuisance to leave... a different reason on the pile
You thought this society'd take the higher road
That's us... oh, a fire's grown
Still I don't know a thing
Let me leave and let the brilliant souls explain
Because it's special
Complicated structures, dormant, can be a wasteland
Important like a DNA strand
You don't say, man?
And the key of all communities seen
Already there, but a chair, would let communities breath
So they can lead up on to better things
It is, too, an art
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