In a polyethylene lawn chain,


Starring at at the pea stone gravel,

Until the stones darken and melt together.

All the while, smelling the smoke.

The Glorified health conscious nothingness.


Spider webs but no spiders.

A mechanically driven government operation.

Handing out brochures,

Coffee stained, and catching dust endlessly.


Buy lives,

on a lawyers desk.

Stare until the images blend together.

Stare until it becomes the world,

It becomes the world.

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