It tugs at your twisting intestines and planes away the sharp edges of your brain.
You conform to the formality at the corrosive cost of discarded sensibility.
Your deadened body becomes invisible to all but looters and miscreants.
Respectable institutions vie for any spare space in the scarfaced skyline,
Their foundations built on the princely proceeds of extortion and extinction,
And their stately steel frames funded by debt and stolen goods and slavery,
While the traffic terrorises you and demands nothing less than elite athleticism.
No-one else seems so beset with such forgettable anonymity -
There is unseen purpose and apparent direction in their speedy strides.
Their faces are flushed with extant expectations and rude rewards
And their eyes glimmer and glow as if they had never known loneliness.
But the harbour still shimmers in a show of deep blue and tolerates no distress
And the gardens embrace the stacked sandstone shore with bright blissful blushes,
While the bridge stands sentinel with its steely span set simply at ever eternal
And the breeze blows the boats before it and chops the chaste cerulean swell.
In the afterglow rough hope can be rekindled
But every ignition requires a fiercer more foolhardy flame.
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