Sitting on the fringes of the city,
sodium lights as speckled sysnapses;
their glare loud
as the hum of brain activity.
The spinal cord at dawn,
the early birds flying in and taking off.
The corporate buzz yawning off
and the collective decibel storm
of workstations starting...
all trading systems woken up from automation
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