Living in Domes

You construct life

and behaviour

straight, open and parallel

and at right angles,

without a dome.

It is gothic,

not laboured.

From one point

to a second dot,  

it is joint of a straight line,

it is a city dead

with buildings in blocks

picked up and planned.

A soul of an architect

Breathes, and sights here,

as nostalgic patterns

and killing shapes

touch skies and stars.

Human beings live,

you doubt.