This is CAPITAL CITY: a gridlock in monospace.
Here the acronyms flourish,
superstructures unLtd. Their double-glazed stems
stretch into God’s old quarters.
Our universities have no time for etymology.
Even the stones have forgotten their names
and so, cry nothing.
Past versions are overmatter, burning brightly out
as the body sleeps. Their voices have driven thousands mad.
Our advice is the same for everyone.
Leave only your footprints at the margins.
There is nowhere to go but around
and nothing to be but subscript,
although on a clear night you might look up, watch the glyp h s d r i f t.