Silver Breath
Silver sleeved hands, embryo breath
architect moons in buildings and nets
draped over silver streets, hissing with steam
Silver hands weaving a smooth silver sheen
Backbones erected, joints moaning cold
silver hats tipped and discovery unfolds
Pumping the heart beat through oil and vents
Silver steam breath on the sidewalk in jets
Humming of motors hung silver to dry
above all the streets in the galvanized sky
Soon there'll be windows in silver and steel
Soon there'll be footsteps, robotic and real
Silver sleeved hands on the weaver elite
building tomorrow, right now on your street.
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