The Vastness

cars are ejected from
shadowless halogen lairs
doesn’t seem right
the tiny faces picked out
in buzzers and mail slots
the completeness of the city
cloned in empty coil
recycled each day
stuffed with newspaper
there is (no) crack to hide in
between the terraces
no white space
between the lines
in this city
all is black
seared by spotlights
there is
no dark place
we crush up the vast expanse
fold it over and over on itself
smaller and smaller
each surface identical
up and down the kerbs
we wander the streets
in desperate chord progression
the snow builds in crescendo
we stare out at the streetlights until
they begin to blur


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