There is an inner city
coming;
I see its form
evolving and its purpose,
and it is to be called
man.
Citadel man.
It will be infinite
(but not a colossus—
a stance between construction
and confusion).
Man, identified as everyman
but Spirit-made, singularly
original, and loved;
(his color, radiance)
safe.
Imagine you and me
compassed about with only friendly force,
walls not barred and tight
but light, fingers of light, framing
with glow
the growing things we have,
uninterfered with.
The inner city springing up—the city
has its rhythm/sound, the varied
tempo, singing, synchronizing
giving and receiving:
survival not an issue.
Just living.
The form is man-strength,
woman-loved,
portraying
the vision of Mind's creation.
Now we bravely, openly, tenderly, reflectively
dare to be the spiritual revelation,
that inner city.
