Cages in the air
The alley wears on
A little space between
The two skyscrapers
Where cages in the air.
A spider has woven them together
A spider that eats up time
Each cage has a black box
At its heart and melodies therein.
Cages in melodies
Woven through mid-air
The spider has vomited the past of its entrails.
Busy boots beckon not
The alley wears on
Cages hanging still
With black hearts going back
Turning blacker and blackest with time.
The spider observes its craft
As the coffee cups glide by.
