Images, wanton images,
Images, which can only be felt
When the violent sounds
Rock the tallest buildings,
Amputate, submerse,
And pile up the canyons.
What if the guardian angel
Turn in to an evil spirit!
What if the hands which heal
Leave deadly lesions!
Outnumbering images,
Move very stealthily,
In every vein of the city.
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