In pixelated atmosphere
I feel a smoke begin to decline
Punctuated parcels of substance fear
Fire bred with murky, dirty whine
Sun-dried
Basil-leaf tomato-vine
Parse syntactic synthesized
Sterile seeds grow half-defined
Sprouting heads without a mind
Exterminating lesser things
Under foot and over hand
Robotic serf it thoughtless sings
Bloodied chaos in the sand
I feel a smoke begin to dream
Of form of figure of sonic mass
Length of cheeks a salty stream
A wispy wish to only last
[24:34|28.7.014] ©c.thomas.carter
