Holly Day

I am dying, here, among the dayglo silhouettes
whose eyes have turned inward, gone gray--
I can feel my brain going digital
falling in with the metronome hive mind
of The City.

The night clouds glow orange outside my window
where a billion streetlights have put out the stars
mushroom houses sprout tiny in the shadows
of concrete gods, fingers tearing down the sky
above The City.

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