" As a sleeper in metropolis You are insignificant Dreams become entangled in the system Environment moves over the sleeper: Conditioned air Conditions sedated breathing The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh Soft and warm But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams We fight our insignificance The harder we fight The higher the wall Outside the cancerous city spreads Like an illness It's symptoms In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations Tailed by the silent spotlights Of society created paranoia No alternative could grow Where love cannot take root No shadows will replace The warmth of your contact Love is dead in metropolis All contact through glove or partition What a waste The City - A wasting disease " Anne Charlotte Clark 1984
