Central Asymmetric Edifice

Obelisk of rough-hewn stone stabs upward
Silhouette a broken finger
Bent like your world’s gridlines.

Fireworks spurt blinding fragment embers
Tower’s rendered matte like shadow
Shape and form elusive.

Pace around the pillar’s base with eyes to
See the spire’s every angle,
Piece the truth together.

Walk becomes a run as
Ever watchful lathe, you
Cannot see enough of it at once.

Ah, if only you could stand at both its ends
For another pair of eyes could give this tower shape, yet
You are just yourself alone
Dizzy and no closer to the truth.