Long stone streets inanimate, repetitive machine Crash cookie-cutting
dynamo rows of soulless replica Similitudes brooding tank-like in Army
Depots
Exactly the same exactly the same exactly the same with no purpose but
grimness
& overwhelming force of robot obsession, our slaves are not alive
& we become their sameness as they surround us—the long stone streets
inanimate,
crowds of executive secretaries alighting from subway 8:30 A.M.
bloodflow in cells thru elevator arteries & stairway glands to typewriter
consciousness,
Con Ed skyscraper clock-head gleaming gold-lit at sun dusk.
~Allen Ginsberg
