A carpet of hands,
heart beats marking time indelibly,
A sneering man with a jutted out lip,
A suit too-tight at his breast
proclaimed everything kind of Corbusian,
then sped away in a three wheeled robin reliant
his elbow leaning a quarter of an inch out of the window
nobody really cared
he was not entirely audible in his proclamations,
and people had largely lost interest in 20th century architects,
the sky was an ocean of jade antique Chinese vases,
or at seemed to be,
people had stopped being very sure of anything,
but they did eat kelp noodles,
and encouraged each other to become exorbitantly physically fit,
analyzing each other enviously,
like roman senators plotting each others demise.