All you thoughtless thoroughfares erupting under laserbeam awnings,
Yawning forth billboards on a whim,
With disembodied voices fashioned to mock a private prayer calling from boom-boxes perched atop telegraph poles,
Selling you dirt cheap that life across this street; pretty as a pamphlet-
Your neighbour's retreat.
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