little spider on the camera done watching me watch her scurry across the smoked dome

advertisement blowing in the breeze across the empty parking lot multi colored to entice

overcast as the fog distorts the shape of the city into a hidden land of giants made of glass

there is a grit to the air that stings when the wind picks up across a freshly shaved cheek

speckled water on the windshield as the clouds race with angry rapturous release northwards

sleep drifter by king gizzard and the lizard wizard hypnotically falls in step with it all

still i watch with amazement at the strange beauty of a world most sleep walk through unaware

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