God, the rain still falls
Even on the concrete
here in the city
The clouds hang low
obscuring our follies
and sizing them to human scale
Without the sounds of sirens
you could almost believe
you’re hearing the natural world
Rain has no purpose
except its natural
But the city as machine does
And that’s the difference
I have no purpose
as a good city street
And that’s the difference
Machine as purpose becomes
rain manifests nonesuch
Perhaps when our machines
become creation
they’ll not need rain
It would have no purpose
but block the systems’
one source of all energy, the sun
No need for rain
No need for me
or any creation
that just has need
to be
11/27/03
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