Thematically and symbolically, the book is a metaphorical Colosseum of its own hand-placed brick of words with a touch of old Roman concrete and limestone, as porous and crumbled at the edges as time's treasured monuments:
The moldering walls of lips, the kiss of vacant streets
And the quiet, wet solitude bespoken by back roads,
The whispered origami of the Forum, paper gods in folds...