The buildings are rising,
growing to shadow a countryside
of corn and soy.
Unfinished structures simply
shells
of their future glory.
They embody the lives
of a working people,
of the struggle to develop within;
our minds,
our hearts,
and our souls
rising during the
awkward puberty of self-urbanization.

An identity crisis of projects
that take longer
than expected,
lives consumed by the toxicity
of human sin, and the beginning
of our pollutional shroud
to mask our real selves,
to plague minds with dirty abhorrent thoughts
from sex to self-doubt--
all the fun parts of
growing up!
For bright city lines sound
so alluring
until you see just how many
shadows
they create.