Industrial Revolution

Something’s steaming inside of me.

Some sort of excitement

for things I’ve never known before.

I miss what I haven’t met.

I’ve dreamed of things that haven’t been yet.

I’m a building in New York looking down

at every rising business,

every China town.

I am burning like the lights,

burning brighter, actually.

I can’t see the stars anymore because of

the glossy sheen of possibility.

I’m blinding myself with ego

and chance

and courage.

I’ve never been so hungry, so gluttonous.

Never have I tasted the good life,

but man, I heard it’s sweet.


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