How do my thoughts get processed into words?

Limp spires.
A difficult sun pressing hands
Against sullen stone. The structures malform,
But don’t quite collapse.

Or do my words spur thoughts?

A man gazes up
At dim curvatures, buildings
Once needled towards thought.
The man whisks across cobblestone.

How do they interact?

His hands break against white.
Lines drag from themselves.
The spires are gone. Something else
Stretches across window.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153.

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