They shout into space,
answer each other like whales
across great haunted distances;
they never meet,
only sound waves ever meet.
Alone in their canyons,
hives,
shoals
they roar.
Rooms upon rooms
upon houses upon houses
upon streets upon streets:
roars spilling out,
spilling over,
spilling down.
A million sound waves,
a million discordancies
tumbling, surging,
pouring out
onto the streets,
into the traffic,
wheels, cogs, pistons:
the cannibal jazz
of cities.
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