Look closely; up
against the white mass.
There, a delicate truss.
White spindles twist
in a single plane are repetition,
bracing. A ceiling suspended.
Hoisted from beneath it runs
flush and then up, suddenly a
pyramid of glass. Securely mounted
on calculations of force dispersion
that zig zag across the
web of needles and into
thick I-beams, who punch
deep into the earth; past basement
grading and into
deep set concrete pours.
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