evolution poetic

Superuomo

skylights night slide
by through smog below and fog shrouded glow clouds

of bright yellow, streaming like stop time taxicabs between

bricklike buildingtops, offering a moon’s

wan reflection before their keepers’ sleeping

visages. false idols, for all of them,

I’m sure. solipsism destroys

altruism in its self worship, and warships,

and religion for that matter. this city was almost never

a war zone. still the spindles

would gleam frighteningly. it’s funny,

selflessness. somnambulistic in the higher. skylights

go by and go out;

lights turn to dust and stars.