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A roving mass of human forms, itinerant shifting from one ledge to another outfitting corners of shelter with plastic crates the shelves, the detritus of China's factory molds feeding our ever growing hunger An exsistential hole in man's rumbling, hungry stomach The mass leaping under clouds thundering for resolution and our scurvy ridden human crawlers between crevices, moving back and forth as we shift onward in time No respite under concrete bridges while trams zoom by overhead and time passes these vermin by In the cold cycle of seasons the landless lot muffle into the snow cherishing the root of flowers and cooking on cement ledges Their plight, a pleasant artificial contrast for their well-heeled home living comparers Plush buttoned up purveyors of soft lit parlors accesorised in glass ornaments twinkling before muted backrounds The mass of unhomes, relearning routes and park avenues, descending onto corners scraping shreds of goodwill from an indifferent human flow Trickling into gambling houses and pouring into empty seats chancing their last 100 yen for a game with no end