It can
be
just so
titanic—
to stand
alone
at hard
corners
down-
town—and
to listen
back
to
the drone
of the
city
you call
home—and then
to
gradual-
ly
under-
stand
still
more clearly
the profundity—
and dull
edgeless
banality
at once—of
the fact that
you're
actually
part
of what's—still
even now—
making that sound.
