The City of Architects

Up on the plateau there lies a city 
Bursting with felicity, bustling without pity, 
Where architects give life to a forest of spires 
That rise over tires that roll, never tired. 
They reach for the skies like trees 
Steady as freezing masts in the breeze, 
Vertical temples inspiring a trapeze dream 
Of flight between beams in the seams. 
The designers are safe in their quarters, 
Drawing up their mind's every desire- 
Their drafting requires what's soon to transpire, 
Imminent fingers o'er the basin of Earth. 
Each Babel the builders unravel, 
Setting to grasp the fire over her navel, 
Unable to label what the workers admire, 
Glory forever to those who reach higher.