The Parking-Garage Ark

I watched the parking-garage ark being constructed high above the streets, back when its glass belly rested on a 3D grid of white steel sticks; when above it a skycity of cranes nodded against storm clouds in an otherwise clean sky; when it had no skin and its spinal columns and rib rows repeated far and high and out of sight; when black tiles crept up its leviathan sides, which were infested by thousands of tiny people suspended on silk threads, performing adjustments so minute it seemed impossible that the parking-garage ark could ever be complete.

Now, alone in the universe, it tolerates eternity above the black abiotic waters.