Pythagorus' blues.

Moments in time pass over sections of life
die-cast patterns repeated ...
Infinite angles of brick built steel worked labour day labyrinths bulge among the city limits

Irises widen to soak up the sunshine
Particles gridlock the systems to mush

The only movements I can see aside from shifting ultraviolet beams are invisible...
Winter leaves Autumn leaves frostbitten fossils of forgotten seasons.

This day is everything for every other is lost.

1 comment:

  1. glimpses of the muffle coffin, nice
    heart smart mince.