the sum of the total
is piffle to the complete
where the streets talks in flat tone
rolling along in grounded toil unnoticed
turning on it selves in mere continuous bore
carrying allied passengers caked in murky dirt ingrained
underneath and trodden only to be resurfaced and laid low again
forever a journey man that stays at the bottom in all weathers mainly just there

the raging networks
in pitiful groans of walked upon
interlocking and connecting craving attentions
only to serve as from here to there hardly appreciated
utility mats that bridges gaps and reaches far yet always low
it rises to go down and goes down only to meander to edifices
in stilled fury ruckus bumps gutters drains and sidings all inherent
it rebels insanely against any asphalt that lays on top smoothly shinning