City

It's time the symbols took the weight

Of cement and conglomerate living
Would that I could.
cut a section
Would it be
Like half a soundwave?
The high frequency of a human scream
Is the right sort of knife needed to 2D a skyscraper
Monument of dreams, monument of money, paper building
Like a castle of cards, down, when the
Wind blows softly on.
between
Jagged openings and
Lighting pole leaves, so straight, so
Bright it burns me,
(what?)
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm

crossing.
going,
coming.
moving.

(Moving on) The roads and streets are deserted by humans.

Humans are dangerous catalysts to World Peace.
I always feel safer among the thousands.
The roads and streets are deserted by humans. M o v i n g a l o n g . . .
between
Jagged openings and
Lighting pole leaves, so straight, so
Bright it kills me,
So...
Hard
to remain
in this city
I don't see, hear, touch,
In this feeble reality
I use as a crutch.
I'm crossing.
The valley
Of wasted
Wasted sound.