Golgonooza

I was born in the City of Art,
Where buildings constructed of light and music,
Lined painted streets like luminescent mountains of paradise.

There,
Gold ink flowed from the pens of poets,
And the words of prophets and philosophers became living things,
To amuse and entertain and inspire,
The prolific citizenry,
Residing in that cosmopolis,

City centre was
Everywhere that creation occurred,
And there was no municipal boundary to speak of,
Even Death's hinterland could not contain the expansion.  

To spend my life in that City was all I ever wanted,
So that,
After half-a-century,
Of forbearance, labour and vision,
I could form,
From my imagination and my industry,
One perfectly shaped stone,
Deftly mounted in a hidden place,
Crafted to fortify the foundation and ensure the continuance,
Of the place I love that is my home.