The Architect's Therapy by David Fischer
Copyright (C) 1999 David Fischer

Granite was the architect's favourite stone,
	consistantly a primary component 
	Throughout most of his works.
Sandpaper, paper-mache, 
	flaming crosses, flying birds, and abandoned bridges
	all found their place within these new buildings.
From day one, no imaginative fleeting fancy
	could alight on this artist's mind
	without making yet another step 
	to influence actual aesthetic design considerations. 
Last night's dream,
	an earlier nightmare,
	finally resolve, slipping away.
Frozen forever,
	formerly haunting thoughts 
	transform into arching vaulted marble
	with threaded silver lace.
Once neurotic seedlings, 
	henceforth beautifull dwellings.
Does patient even know?
Realization lingers, 
	flirts towards surface,
	becomes glistening metallic spire
	overlooking windswept bay.
True understanding threatens terror
	therefore hidden, surpressed. 
Neurosis burrows deeply away from sight,
	bursting forth as stunning progressive jumps for modern architecture. 
Think you that suspicions grow not,
	curiosity never homes on truth?
Various people suspect,
	study, learn, understand.
Author remains oblivious,
	peers smirk.
Persuits lead far from acceptable domains.
Self-imploding office complexes
	tend infrequently towards commercially feasability.
Cracking synthetic sky sends glass shard shower,
	impaling many below.
Inhabitants cower,
	Primative caveman regression
	Causually follows 
	Artificial environment's uninhabitability.
Fearfull hunched creatures
	sparsely cover now desolate landscape, 
	scavenging garbage between stalking predators.
Maintence robots retaliate violently, greedily.
Mashed up human paste is excellent fuel.
Surreal guardians,
	functional yet artisticly finished,
	immediately deadly though pompously pretty.
Gorging insatiable apetites,
	wiping out surviving populations. 
Crunching grinding doom
	precedes unthinking mechanical gears
	over hilltops upon unsuspecting heads. 
Humanity rests in peace, 
	architect's therapy complete.