Stalled Flight

That Roman mosaic of hidden life;
Seedling cemeteries of rotational power.
Ground-grand towers
Bleed through to quaint moss surrounds.

A diaspora of filigree dew floats
A shield over indistinct infrastructure.
I look up. I stall.
Choked on azure.

Flour Volcanos baked in time
Erupt over coke-lined coastlines.
So this is France.
I drink my coffee, dream of wine.

Villages of gleaming studs
embroider this patchwork quilt.
Seams built, darned, and burred
Resign to sighed mists in time.

A 3D geometry of cerebral crevices
Mutes our arrival, 
The boundaries gone, the detail vital.
Thank you for my scalar tour.