Twins Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

The early morning sworn, see the first dots, rays are born, sparkles appear mirroring one another beams put each a flickering brightness high sun cuts dark torn, seeing towers set both reflecting lights.

A fort is a pile of blocks they ascends upward to, place it there in a variety of products sort fresher, near a port provided by a floating sea vessel.

The stones piling firmly providing stores to serve needs, by activities took feeds that accountable it did deeds, adding jobs and gaining profit of a nation.

The rivet there in the beam melts heat to aid its seal hook frames, it tag items departments at this raid folks, higher levels maid legs it up further ground.

Purchases the rich ores venture a walk of buyers, selling fast food delights laid mixture a tradesman, roam the floors visitors it is final no lights a fixture.

Wanderers in its hollow shell heard commerce in ears, the registers sound to tell dings, exchanging sold item gain to yell the trade achieving per year.

Shopper feet step pace a mall security screening, coming of guests there from departures its race, obtaining a bank's trade this plan purpose space.

Man forming pie slices of paradise cut, selling the great financial towers it is by their greed, tossing economic dice into two constructed pieces.