Out of the soil and rock,

the growing season and spring, death

and winter,

out of the cold and rain, dust and sunshine,

came the music of cities and streets.

The people who take that music

into themselves,

creatures of salt, carbon, nitrogen, water,

may sometimes hang on the point of it,

hunger, and instant,

the world round the edge.

This city smoke and building steel

already is no more;

The music and cities of the future wait beyond the edge.