DIOSCURI

The Double City

This is my Throne
where I watch from
and everything I see 
          is mine
because it is my sight
     which bestows 
 the attribute of existence.

People pass and offer tribute
throwing coins to the street's 
            Oblivion,
walk always un-looking
as to never salt-pillar
fore the urban brothers,
            for I am 
The Emissary of the Invisible
and in no space do I feel shame,
everywhere I lay is my home
as it is I who keeps the secret
of the city's double,
built on twin founders
             semper
one mortal, one immortal,
  the existence of which
is the growth of the other,
    as the city is visible
by what it makes invisible,
for every house and every monument,
a shadow of debris and excrement,
a trash and rubble twin
that form the invisible
  city,
  not unreal, 
  hidden,
and this is the Brother Immortal
who endures 

     in         the            

                 constellation 

            of         Ruins 

catasterized by me,
for the city exists
because I see it,
and persists 
by not seeing me,
their brother,
their invisible origin,
and everything they throw
as junk and garbage
will outlast them
as ledger of their existence,
a legacy of wreckage
complicit in landfills
that build my Eternal Kingdom
where I reign
and everything I look
will be mine
through Time
as this is my Throne