The highways create barriers to pedestrians and bicyclists
Dangerous rushing rivers of mind numbing, body crushing, self confining mobilized metal, menacingly fencing in the perambulating populace
The wanderers can not wander
The drifters can not drift
The meanderthalls are all corralled
Trapped in the limitations of mindless expediency
These walls are not beautiful. These walls are not friendly.
And they are for some reason deceptively not obvious.
They seem so seamless, we can hardly recognize them as walls.
But they are walls. High walls. Loud walls. Annoyingly restrictive. Dangerously constructed and apt to have all kinds crashes.
Strangely , They don’t appear to be walls for defence or protection or safe enclosure , either.
These are dividing highways
That allow no merging of those stranded inside to cross from one safe haven to another
The web of traffic does not allow for emergence!
Veins filled with mechanical entities that patrol and prowl the boarders, constantly keeping the prisoners in.
A circuitry of high voltage that no one can not cross without permission.
And yet occasionally, a wall may yield an opening , a break within this almost Impenetrable network of free flowing ferocity.
There are in fact, ‘openings’ in these walls which lead to
Paths and parks and the possibility of peace and quiet
To realms where the walls of traffic have not yet divided the land
And the machine has not yet claimed it’s dominion.
