Golgonooza

I was born in the City of Imagination,
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 excellent cosmopolis.

City centre was everywhere creation occurred,
And there was no municipal boundary to speak of,
Even Death's hinterland didn't hinder civic development.  

All I ever wanted was
To spend my life in the City,
So that,
After half-a-century,
Of forbearance, labour and vision,
I could form,
With art and industry,
One perfectly shaped stone,
Crafted to fortify the City's foundation,
And deftly situated in a secret reach,
To ensure the continuance,
Of the place I love,
That is my home.