keep counting...

 he claims that he can't count...

- the children anyways -

but other things like bottles and women and lakes and textbooks

somehow acquired an enigmatic number 

rounded to 500, no more no less...

[hovering high up under the Granville Street Bridge]

concrete sky

 mere meters away from the millenium line on the eastside are older apartment buildings and houses in which the deafening roar of the skytrain flashing by every few minutes is matched by the looming sightline of a heavy concrete horizon...

a continuous thundering from a solid lightning bolt -
a sedimentary sky that will never soften with rain...

[Stainsbury Avenue near Gladstone Street]