Alone by yourself in the undergrowth of the steel garden.
Eating stirring picking your food with the cool aroma of dampness.
The uniformity of bricks and tiles like wild flowers in a sea of grass.
The pipes are vines spreading as far as the eye can see created by the man god.
The girth of steel pillars like the mighty tree bolted down like roots to hold their cemented leaves above.
This is beauty of the modern age.
We just don’t notice it even when we’re alone.