We look into the spotlights until we blink
In this American Night that swallows London
The old stone ruins and the glass-to-the-metal towers
Vanity has no age, it is the mirror staring back at Narcissus
And the seed of revolution grows into a tree
The call for independence, the claim for freedom
So light may shine again to dissipate this American Night
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery