The lights of the streets are too bright for the stars
To shine upon people of the pitiful pavement-
Artificial glitter, giving hypocritical heat
Behind fences, flowers are wrought with homesickness
As the screams of traffic and haste, going, going,
Never fleeing fast enough to escape the concrete,
While untold millions stacked, piled vertically
Withdraw into similar scenes, absent experience
Painstakingly documenting the unmemorable.
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