Not physics unearthed these bones
Deep in the concrete gloom;
Not genius, but failure haunts
These ephemera, kudzu
Banking the information circuits.
The people mover gains a contour
On the momentum of city, hands
Are severed trying to hold on.
The inadmissible limit? There is no
City. One easement is a higher
Edged concrete. Twin coaxials
To the remote-control god:
We make it all up, going around
In circles, asking for directions.
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