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