One for the photo book.

In the conquered landscape
Disillusioned with nature
that was built for you
At this edge where you stand,
fencing synthetics,
structures behind you
glitter and shine in their solidarity.

In the confluence of dichotomy
Caught in the spector
of ripped up asphalt and garbage,
betwixt by trees
Distracted by images in your mind
of somewhere you don’t belong.
As bodies go scarcer.


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