01-20-2016, 12:35 AM
Private - See?
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From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Self-seal hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet, bird’s-eye viewed, stark borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - lie revealed
As social follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Edit1
From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In the vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Self-seal hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet, bird’s-eye viewed, stark borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - lie revealed
As social follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Original version
From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In the vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Be sealed hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet viewed from high up, borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - stand revealed
As artful follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Another one about houses
.
Edit2
From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Self-seal hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet, bird’s-eye viewed, stark borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - lie revealed
As social follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Edit1
From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In the vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Self-seal hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet, bird’s-eye viewed, stark borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - lie revealed
As social follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Original version
From altitude, each new-built suburb looks
Quite different. In the vistas of its streets,
Viewed from the ground, McMansions crowd like books
On bookshelf-roads, beyond which eyesight meets
Brick walls, a man-made lake or leafy wood.
Developments seem closed, each one a cell
Which no one’s gated yet, but surely could
Be sealed hermetically if darkness fell.
Yet viewed from high up, borders that concealed -
Walls climbable, lakes raftable, thin belts
Of trees that seemed deep forest - stand revealed
As artful follies: separation melts.
How simple, if all trust in what they see,
To slake the house-proud lust for privacy.
Another one about houses
.
Non-practicing atheist