Fantastic Structures

I am not structure     nor am I form

But if I was I would be      A Fantastic Structure

One could walk me sideways      and climb my stairs upside down

My windows would be glazed with      Crystals from deep Bavarian caves

My womb would hide secret doorways     and be open on holidays

My pantry is not shuttered but open      for all to see the bounty I hold 

Steeples and Minarets twist and bend with the wind and clash with cumulus

Fragrant muted paint of Neroli decorates my 

consecration of concentric love mirrors 

who spiral round Thelonious towers and 

many stairs of Mourning Dove feathers

No gendarme guard me as my shingle is hung with an

 "Always open for business" sign

 that speaks pidgin english to all passersby advising them inmost

that what they see is  verite

I am not structure     nor am I form

But if I was I would be      A Fantastic Structure