Gazing over the unbuilt
From the air, a patchwork quilt
Evergreen and unending
Fenced off from our footsteps
Then pockets of impact
Crushing togethers of steel
Glass and flesh
Toggling between these two illusions
There is a grey area
We gotta move out
Outward, outward
Out into the continuum
Not the sprawl of the before
We gotta move out