forever are the courses running closed , to be in their eternal mind a fool to think things end
they only ever stop to start again,
finish to begin
anew afresh
thunderous rains slap at the pavement from the 15th floor
sheets are seen
moving in their own cyclonic storm whirls
nevermind the sky scrapers or monorail
hit hard at the concrete creepers scaling the air

less a jungle more mountain chain of robotic tendencies