Feed it and it will sprawl,
Groaning as it stretches towards the next horizon.
A concrete earth.
A gridlocked forest.
Sights and sounds and fury
Among the hardness there remains mystery.
Unexpected gestures.
Uplifting spots of graffiti.
I like the way nature can break the gray.
Luminous billowing pillars beautifully hurt the eye
Over parks built for respite.
I wish you could see the lights,
The creature's neon restless eyes,
Keeping me from sleep at night.
Have you ever watched a city beast sleep,
As it huddles near the mountains' feet,
Speaking huddled roars in dreams of distant shores.
See the cells in the veins,
Moving in vain thorough fare and thoroughly worn,
Perpetual motion and infinite breaths.
Humans are humans and here's the beast we made,
Bricks and concrete and tired, bleary eyed scenes.
The beast, the machine, man and his dreams.
Who has been tamed,
We or the beast?
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