New York (Ii)

New York Please stop now, Everything is moving Like enclosed molecules As we bounce to the beat Of the city’s hum In our caged world where We are the only ones that matter even As the Zen of the city runs like The watering light Of swarming, running, toppling Limbs and quick-check faces. We harness this light and numbly ask, Where are my far-distant trees? My imagined lives in the Great Expanse Of other homes? Where is my freedom? My world of sky? We've sold it for buildings. And blood-knuckling knock of opportunity. The merchant will never stop. The city’s only silence is in the Whisking of their moving coats as They trade souls and walk homeward, Upward. Through the dark.