The City swells with life
stare at the people & the buildings
& the mundane purpose.
the tide, so an anchor is made:
One must stay busy.
Smoke dances the in rain
by the sickly-white, luminescent light
of the night.
A walk, awake
between night & day, surrounded
by the City, &
always the same shapes:
they’re trying to say something,
these buildings, something
more than their designer or
creators ever intended
I don’t know what it is
any more than they do.
So find nearest breath of green
& living things;
to tilt your head back,
lay down upon the the grass,
& stare at the immense & ancient darkness of
*“Emnacipatory politics must always destroy the appearance of a ‘natural order’, must reveal what is presented as necessay and inevitable to be a mere contigency, just as it must make what was previpusly deemed impossible seem attainable”– Mark Fisher