restless and impatient usually, waiting
by the traffic lights on Jingu-dori
here through, whole buildings wink, blink
in cobalt, emerald and strident red, spinal-tapping
the message, flashed on iris and retina for a thousandth of a second
lucent, fleeting; understood only by the eyes
the mind, mesmerised into neon trance, still waiting
& this is the zenith of human progress ?
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