But none else will.
The vacant sidewalks
Used by none
but you and your friends the millions
unknown scathed and reborn
by inward tears kept unseen
by inexistent insistence upon plights imagined grandieloqent, sublime in stalwart anonymity. Faceless as a phonebook, nameless as grinny internet models
in ads and backdrop laughs
meant as props
for unstaged rants.
At last aligned in grass the long rows of granite grey stones, erosionless
tributes to the singular concept,

“B L O C K”

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