Possible that through the span of dimensions and universes,
Something could have happened to balance out this calamity.
Why this is progress,
Why destruction is equivalent to a stepping forward,
I may never know.
I am simply one boy,
How could I?
What do I know?
Looking at the green glass formed ten feet deep
[seconds and miles and so many souls]
seeing the “Gadgets” the blooming mushrooms,
What I can see is only a simple, inherent,
pervasive self-loathing;
It’s seeded, rooted deep in each heart,
and to fight it is to lose.
Little Spud In The Big Apple 