One Nationwide Plaza

The cloud crowns the tower,
Excalibur brandished by lilliputians
towards battalions of stars.
A logo glows with power,
matching the moon's complexion.
Lost in the light, the fiery armor of Mars
and the cool balm of Venus;
Rattling through, the meteor shower,
glorious artillery of celestial wars.
Man, with advanced computations,
has lifted the boot of weather
and shelved himself in rectangles and squares,
angles unfound in nature.
Birds and moths rest on the shoulders
near the illuminated crest of the gathered city.
The name is soft and shines
like a pillow, familiar
as a mother's face to a baby,
pale as an apple bitten into.