Geography

The city spreads out north, south, west - not east.
There is the barrier; there we can't pass.
This does not trouble most men in the least,
For there is room enough, and more than room,
Where we may go to build towers of glass,
Steel-ribbed and grandiose. But why should we
Yield to this inevitable doom
And leave the east alone? Shall we not rise,
As does the sun, over the eastern sea?
And is it not our duty to declare
We have the right to spread across the skies
As widely as the sun we block out there?
I say build on the lake, and let us swim
Rather than let the sun outshine us, dim.