Black equates to near flatness.
The truest blackness in urbanity
counts fewer stars at night,
replaced by the headlights of cars,
and the ambience of street lamps.
The truest blackness in urbanity counts
cracks swimming through asphalt
roads, on concrete sidewalks, up
brick building facades, inside rotten
burned out complexes devoid of life.
The organic has survived! An Evolution!
The cityscape of growth and decay both
glow with great spontaneity, indiscrete
autonomous destruction warranted by
gluttonous expansion dictating weary.
The search for intense stimulation,
an armature for simultaneous
anesthetization hellbent on a death
march to satisfy man's curiosity
equating to blackness and humanity...
Becomes the darkness.
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