First In A While ((Untitled))
Dirt clothes the floor -
dust erupts beneath naked feet
building colonies in wrinkled valleys.
Light, reflective - mirrored,
mimicing and blinding;
disguised by clouded corneas.
Disease, infiltration - collapse:
of our Lungs, of our Buildings,
of our roles as Drones.
And a Chair, to rest - to forget
the hatred bred in our gardens;
and dreams that we have killed.
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