Heat dances off the courtyard cobbling

White walls spiked with splintered glass

Shaded eyes and sandal soles hobbling

Outside the pavement cracks up in molasse

Inside the rooms the electric fans are still

Summon from within the- wilt-not but will 

Fire up imagination and down-time  mind

In those glass-shards, Himalayan peaks find 

Sensory this body feel slowly respond

Over-riding the dismal dystopic despond

Futures flower through the deemed weeds

Plant seeds serene in thought and deeds