Looking up, I saw the building cross its arms then laugh at me.
Laugh at me. I had to be a thing that seemed prepared to flee.
Wind eyes glinted from yon caste, they cast a curse, I'd been cast out.
Stratum guard's lone datum barred me. Spite for name remained devout.
Standing like a stubborn cowlick raised on dream of grazing sky,
I continued my agenda, brought contempt in great supply.
Points of light appeared to hover, summoned by intensive hate.
Spectral threads were tracing vague behemoth, plot was adding weight.
Psychic outline gathered substance, limbs grew denser, body showed.
Thought-form sculpture drifted into being, photon fierceness glowed.
Lucent leopard, living quartz, assailed the air with vibrant might.
Hulking. Programmed. Purpose-built for smashing stuff to do what's right.