He saw the city of the sorcerer
laid out in cubes of shimmering color,
towers of intense reflection,
and walls of burnished stone,
underneath the brilliant sunlight,
the boulevards that traversed its confines
turned in concentric circles
around a center that disgorged a brilliant light.

The city moved in tandem with the vibrators
of the other communities of the conurbation
and, underneath the aura of harmony,
extended the tincture of deception.

These were the simulacra of upheaval
dressed in the false colors of respect
for the arcane colors that reigned.
But the maintainers of order could not perceive,
beneath the stolid quiescence of the inhabitants,
the suggestion of insurrection.

And beneath the serene aspect
of the urban terrain a disquiet gathered,
an infinite distemper, under the architectonic
gathering of geometric shapes.