Many layers below,

Cables orchestrated our

Electric feast

Smooth-sounded backing on the beat

Socialite scrolling,

Flameless evenings

Mothed in a MOMA glow.

Twenty miles away,

Capacitors stood

Like military grade

Tombstones,

Ground-rooted and gridded.

Somewhere still beyond,

The sun dropt notes

In pastel

Its colors blurred by cooling tower

Plumes and a pilot light.