I wondered, while riding in, if the city was built on broken rocks or
broken backs...or both.
Either way.
Did people see them as stepping stones or sacrifices?
Was the city split into mourners and politicians?
Is being the city that never sleeps worth losing
all rest that ever was?
Or are we insomniacs trying to escape the haunting
truth that waits for us in our dreams?
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