The naming is all.
Every city
Was first a dream,
And between the dreaming
And the building-up,
There was a word -
A thousand words -
Invocations, plans, commands -
A babble of practical abstraction -
Until the city stood,
Stark, inarguable,
Washed in a silence
Only now possible -
Afloat in the dawn
Of a future now begun.
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