your structures bright in the sun
like bones laid out in the sun
lies plain in the sun
dude, you can’t outrun
it’s all under the sun
what is holding you
all hanging out, half way into space
you’re way leveraged bro, cantilevered out into nothing
on credit on margins on debt
on violence on death, on jealousy on stress
promises made but were they kept
on shimmering virga for lives parched and beaten down
by thought droughts and wasted fates
hey sorry, only one digital frame per face
as if it’s impossible to see
the bridges standing for decades and centuries
arching all of humanity’s needs
over our churning rivers of doubt and greed
