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 crossing.
I'm going,
I'm coming.
I'm moving.

(Moving on)
The roads and streets
are deserted by humans.
Humans crush such anthills.
We 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

Wide

They'll support the weight of a new cement sky.