In the City of Android Dreams
Down the latticed steps checkered with emptiness
leaving pillared buildings replicated endlessly
to arrive at their multiplying clones
in a bleach boned City of one shape,
dappled with green sulphur light I walk,
on a pavement that moves beneath me like
an animal twitching in its sleep, irked by
the buzz of yellow hellbeams that pierce the fretwork stairs.
My feet obey and slide me downward
in the inexorable fashion of the rolling belt.
The factory of my life hums as I descend,
through a rain of tumbling forms, a good machine.
There is no whirr, no clank, as the guardian statues watch,
not even the comforting blanket of a natural terror;
only the ponderous attractive white building
which is every building, opening its million mouths.
There is no end to the steps going down
and there is no end to going down them
into that greengold sulphurous heart
that long ago ceased to beat,
into the light that is a violation,
down, down to penetrate the
atom, to be a particle forever
trapped on a stair spiraling around
the silent maelstrom’s eye.
I ask the shadowed statues
the only question I can’t answer;the words drop, falling planets
in a black well of void.
Posted for OneShootSunday at the inimitable OneStopPoetry
Image by Walter Parada
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