the echoes skitter across
grey concrete walls,  
massive in sound
yet fleeting, a rabbit skittering
and evasive from sight

a gross palace made of concrete
sticky chewing gum and
fluorescent lighting,
oily squeal of tires
and a dizzying array of
thoroughfares

it’s a trick, it’s an illusion
this monstrous structure
to rotate up and down
up and down
up down up down