Statueless Architecture

I passed through nature into the next. Children running in unsupervised shadows. Last century’s fountains learning not to lie. Risk to identify with only one element since one will die but in the summer air around each thought, something is built and avoided. You go through an arch and aren’t the arch, just infinity of form, curve’s curve of becoming, a phrase tracking it to future’s celadon relief. As others dressed as others we were supposed to meet. Citizens walked here without disappointment, seeing no statue or palace with eleven axes, patient in the mindless heat—