It's the only government building
Without somebody's name in front,
Where what we really are
Can theoretically be seen ...
So much that we've assumed
To become those ledger numbers;
People traipse around the park
Just barely on the ground.
There always is a listener
Who's never there.
People talk into space
A little louder than is necessary
As if they'll be understood at last,
Like they're landing in a place
Where the language is the same as theirs,
How the years of shapeless tongues
Never even really happened.
