an urban nest drenched in nauseating smog,
suffocated by wires and synthetic miasma,
filled with the cacophony
of myriad machines and piercing sirens;
in the totalitarian towers
there is no self left to speak of.
you may search for one buried
in the endless boxes of forms and documents,
but all you will find inside
is the rotting corpse of an unhatched embryo
expressionless
breathless
no spark
dead.