One-Dimensional

Why is the contemporary urban aesthetic reduced to the spectacle of skyscrapers - "a perpetual repetition of one and the same content" (Hegel)? This poem concerns the nihil of the modern city scape.

Somewhere in timeless wilderness...
What future stirs the sleeping sands?
To drift in dark as homeless preys,
By its iron reprimands-

When steely dustdevils did rise!
Frozen, though the fumes breathe still,
And reach for a share of the skies;
On vacuum grounds the scaffolds reel.

So enter dreams of statures sworn!
The lesser streets o' yore do 'vade;
As the clockwork of blueprints born,
And sentenced to extrapolate.

And the stale spread of spawns be cast,
To starry brinks... of a promised new;
A welding hand while spends its last,
Somewhere erased out of view-