sounds like a plan
sounds like a promise
sounds like infatuation
feels like longing
and burns like
solace.
I hear criticism
and I hear laughter,
I hear science
and I hear riots
in spaces between
I can hear defiance.
its all dying and
its all dead
raining so hard
and no roof to cover
my head,
and its late
so late maybe
too late.
just walking around
but this is not NYC
the buildings are not giants
but stand near the sea,  
they smoke.
From what I am told
they did implode.