Our Cities Know Our Names

Metal country landscapes forever hum and pant;
     pure copper devilry.

Within, currents of rural dust: power transformed
     into chronic insulation.

Now risen, once-hidden concrete genetics mutate
     bio-algorithmic appetites.

LCD dawn and all propaganda in Courier Writ Large.
     This is not the doom of blood.

Our Cities Know Our Names

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