Sleeper in Metropolis - Short Cut - Anne Clark

As a sleeper in metropolis

You are insignificance

Dreams become entangled in the system

Environment moves over the sleeper

Conditioned air

Conditions sedated breathing

The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh

Soft and warm

But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night

Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams

We fight our insignificance

The harder we fight

The higher the wall

Outside, the cancerous city spreads

Like an illness

Its symptoms

In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations

Tailed by the silent spotlights

Of society-created paranoia

No alternative could grow

Where love cannot take root

No shadows will replace

The warmth of your contact

Love is dead in metropolis

All contact through glove or partition

What a waste

The city

A wasting disease