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The city left behind a skeleton of concrete,
Ribs that became a jungle of glass.
Somewhere there is still a tended path
Through a garden of old ideas.
Remember all the dreams we used to have?
Those visions of a world built so perfectly
Out of lithium and polyethylene?
Sit for a while,
Stare at the ground soaked through with cobalt rain.
If you cut through the skin of the new trees,
You will find metal veins.
The crabs at your feet, brilliant blue,
Are not for eating.
Nature moves on, you see,
But it is not the same.
I want to weep when I say it, but
This world is no longer for us.

