Grid of glass forever closed
Pressing back the still air
All the empty atriums
Shining dust suspended there
Concrete, Louis Kahn
Someone left the lights on
Hidden wires oxidized
Untripped for so long
Future ruins all around
Future ruins are now
Form over function
Beautiful prison
Clean and majestic from afar
Come close, stroke the erosion
Iron bruises, timeless scars
Concrete, Louis Kahn
Monoliths against the blue
Balanced on the patient ground
Curving down and through
Future ruins all around
Future ruins are now