the thing is. what i'm getting at.

the receding city is normally less circumspect,
less oblivious to its own irrelevance. but not tonight.
oh no.

what dwindling beneath the rusting hull?
a distant screeching sound, probably utterly sensible
if indecipherable, vaguely unsettling, indistinct.

but what is it i'm talking about? is it really all so
casually juxtaposed? probably so, or not so.
certainly a few arbitrary strings of code,
landscape strewn with shrunken dirigibles,
lined with kiosks, roofs long staved in.

there again: what am i trying to say?

[you feel that summer rain? it's in your face again.]

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[leroy]

perhaps its less a landscape strewn with shrunken dirigibles, and more of a backdrop speckled with withered zeppelins. just a thought.