Jade suits pitched frameless up the sky
drift all day with sheer weather,
annexed cubes ascend and blend
at chisel points away high
on talc-green scintillant towers,
diurnal float glass apparitions:
through their aspects airliners flow,
their decoration’s anything that happens.
Even their height above suburb
is reflected. Perfect borrowers’ rococo!
Outside, squared, has finally gone in,
closed over like steadying water,
to quote storms, to entertain strapped gondolas
and loose giants swimming in contour.
Inside yearning out isn’t seen;
work’s turned its back on sweat brilliantly—
but when they start to loom, these towers
disappear. Dusk’s lightswitches reveal
yellow Business branching kilotall
and haloed with stellar geometry.