of buildings rising
skeletons of an ancient race
softly rising, softly falling
slow whimpers, incoherance,
the dawn approaches
indigo madness
artificial leaves
in artificial light
so real to the touch,
this hologram
where are we going
where is it leading us
where is the sun
and the moon that i knew
why all the plastic
in all that i taste
i look through the building
through its exo-husk
i see the city
it tries to become
i feel the madness
it tries to contain
and i know of babel
and how it must fall