Stadiums & Shrines

… But from here, across a barrier, through a window or a screen, in a dream, receiving the transmission with a diode sheen:

the temple of emerald
klongs of yesteryear
gossip and spitting
-- we're all toured out
from a chain
tropical kingdom
of bustling
laced with meandering
learn to swim
all the knickknackery
of cooking fires
klongs of yesteryear
of dawn
rivers and canals
harried jet-age tourists
that's what we've come for
guardian in the sky
the boom was stirring
the ashes
porch holds
still warm
living on the

It’s unclear if the signal means, but certainly the beacon sings.