There’s a trillion points of light
And there is no point, at all
In a glass penthouse
High above the tidal strait
I see
Electric City
Defiance in rising glass
A river of banks
Derivative dervishes
Money in hoses
Under high pressure
Standing orders are
Wash away the poor
Keep the city clean
Dancing gigawatts
Illuminating
Hipsterly low jinks
Lumens like locusts
Leak from every life
People come and people go
Speaking what they think they know
The cockroaches laugh.
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