When the leftovers of focus
dwindle, we expire. City by city the lights
are consumed by longitudes and deluged
by distractions. Speak into your hand
with the one that severs. Each of us who
go to the mega cities, like lampposts seen
from the troposphere, like jellyfish submarines
who stumble through airport security with disposed
smiles and authorized liquids, we let down our
sails and drift through a revolving
door of lovers and loyalty cards.
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