Flyers

In planet of sun and stars
The ocean evaporates,
Parched vocal chords sing
mediocre melodies to
unfathomable tungsten.
Salt flies collecting dust, see
children of ‘morrow shifts
weight to a lesser god, handcuffed, whistling.
Only soap is replaced by body-wash.
The old chair rots by the
abandoned marsh, legs slurped
up by algae.
Mosquitos spit blood 
Smile at the factory of still wombs,
In river afternoons, only a spider 
Webs over-time.
Gossamer strands shimmery
holding on to proliferating cells.
Life has definition.

#Abstract

#Imagination

#Life

#Strife

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