I remember work-shopping this many moons ago carmalain7. Glad to see it unleashed. The imagery is haunting and addresses that great unknown that is sown throughout this mortal coil we inhabit. I love this verse:

The concrete carcass shimmers
inviting under the lens;
drowning, we become static hum,
cities' last broadcast,
a deeper dream.

Thanks for sharing. The artistry of this poem is truly marvelous :-)