Our Cities Vanish

Our cities will vanish the way they were built, in flurries of greed and seduction. Dallas for instance, was founded by Appalachian Pariahs, lean men with gaunt faces and a burning in their eyes. Now another Dallas has sprung up where they built, a Mecca for the mercenaries wrapped in steel glitter, wrapped in gold glitter, burning as brightly as their lust. Practicality is their monument to their fathers. Practicality, the faith of Pariahs: the gleam of a bauble pawed by cats. When pressed they will admit truth is beautiful. Nature for instance, is even more beautiful when it's mysteries are revealed, and so they still admire the moon, praise it, for remaining such a worthy objective for their calculations of trajectory, they admire Einstein, who "thought up some good physics," that will allow them to build other Dallases on distant planets. eternity is PROfound. And yet, the only eternity they believe in is the eternal distance between classes, between races, between failure and success. Our cities will vanish the way they were built, and return even more mysteriously.