Through cycles of growth and decay
we change
but never cease to compete.
Our myriad connections go uncelebrated
yet our minor contradictions are vilified.
The lonely hide in their paradox
yet the hostile thrive with mechanical ease.
Reductionism gives no answer
to the question of the city;
it must be swallowed whole
by wide open eyes
hovering like India 99
absorbing the thermal image
imprinting the human grid
upon the retina of our souls.
