locked in
coming to realize
long straight roads
Nowhere to hide
streets at attention
military parade
marching through the decades
paint and brick
Lock step toward the future
layers of tarmac
footpaths those thin margins
wandering residents
streets you need to fit into
tight socks the climb legs and cling
that aim you toward those predictable destinations
The infrastructure is the veins and organs
you locked in are the blood
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