than what exists
that broken down cityscape
might last a few generations
so get used to it
making the rivers
run like sewer runoff
is like a thousand
taste-dead
empty mouths
with nothing but salt
on their tongues
the fiber optic
cable
offers very little
lightso keep groping imagining
when rubber hits the road
& skid marks go missing
what's the point
of disassembling
every keyword& losing random bits
there is no technocrat
with a new codeword
for happiness
--- e b bortz
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