In the shadows. of tall buildings. of fallen angels. on the ceilings. Oily feathers. and bronzen concrete. faded colors. pieces left incomplete. The light moves slowly. past the electric fence. across the borders. between continents. In the Cathedrals. of New York and Rome. there is a feeling. that you should just go Home. and spend the lifetime. finding out just where that is. In the shadows. of tall buildings. the architecture. is slowly peeling. Marble statues. and glass dividers. someone is watching. all of the outsiders. The line moves slowly. through the numbered gate. past the mosaic. of the Head of State. In the Cathedrals. of New York and Rome. there is a feeling. that you should just go Home. and spend the lifetime. finding out just where that is. In the shadows. of tall buildings. of open arches. and lessly knealing. Sonic landscapes. echoing vistas. someone is listening. from a safe distance. The line moves slowly. into the fading light. a final moment. in the dead of night. In the Cathedrals. of New York and Rome. there is a feeling. that you should just go Home. and spend the lifetime. finding out just where that is. In the Cathedrals. of New York and Rome. there is a feeling. that you should just go Home. and spend the lifetime. finding out just where that is