Seconds

Oh, written second book. But first book not yet printed. Who will
print it for me? Anybody? Or is of for me to write, and hope you don't
forget?

And all the buildings that have been built in the sightlines of our
city views, that block us from seeing the country beyond. Shall my
words be a mere edifice on the verbose horizon of the written word?
Will they carry meaning beyond the muses of my day-to-day?