Sparrows upon the high-wires

Cats beneath the parked cars

People sitting alone upon the benches

Solitary figures hunched and reclined

Close and far from one another

And yet so separate

People to and froeing

Strangers and passers-by

Glances and sidesteps

Occasional friends and impatient lovers

Hurrying to get somewhere else

And yet pausing briefly

To wonder what is happening

People like ants

Coursing across the many paths

Entering huge structures

Like gigantic honeycombs

Passages like labyrinths

Doors to new realities

And still more people

countless cars and anonymous lives

Lived out fully in ignorance of many others

so easy to become lost

And so hard to find again

Some identity or direction

Never taught how to deal

With the boredom, loneliness, apathy

hopelessness and desperate frustration

Reason has been vanquished

Our puny souls squashed

By the immense power

Of some new mysterious monster

That we can barely perceive

And yet feel so strongly

Cigarette butts upon the floors

A paper clip

A pencil

A newspaper

Where just seconds ago

There were many stamping feet

That trampled noisily

Now a desolate stillness

As if it never were

What super being

Has evolved through us

That we have become a part of

Like microcosmic functionaries

The collective consciousness

Contained unknowingly in some nameless computer

Playing our games so earnestly

With scarcely a reason why