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matthew duggan
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Cityof Light
Lungs are tired
eyes weeping from grey fumes
rats scurry across the rails where words are minimal looks
rare;
I see this madness in future cities.
Our circular day –
hours on repetition, camera rotates from pathway to
aluminium towers –
where we all walk in uncomfortable unison.
Though we see and watch the pristine mirror
reflections of the spotless and clean,
we can and will see beyond the immediate
a crack in the program - a digital extreme,
that within the split of mirror are the true views of a city
besieged;