Spires

Spires rise, concrete
Enormous golemns
And stretch flat and thin
Beneath us
And we set in motion
All around
Our feet, our minds,
Our desires
And spread thin among
The spires
Like dust
Temporary ghosts
A pale film of us
Through time
Nothing remains
Scatters beneath and between
And constantly stretching
Skyward, outward
Sentinels of our
Hubris
Spires