Urban
our lifearchitecture is helical,
she remains unbalanced,
missing the central angle.
the staggering spiral,
descend from altitude and plummet.
it's a spring that rolls like a ball,
plops on the main equilateral
in the exact center of the core of this city
that only causes the unhappy in us and the evil.
(they were promises they made
those responsible but not.
promised that each street a direction,
that every corner a life.
they saw us saved
in tunnels under the avenues.
they told us safe
in dungeons, stockades and walls.
they forgot we are a lot of faith and meager brains
forgot that we only know how to get worse).
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