• dusk07 6w


    The wet tar road bleeds in crimson
    Wounds bestowed by the tail lights of polluting cars
    Wounds that are shallow but long
    A stretch of unbelievable red
    Spread over a timeless length
    The chaos celebrated by honking decibels of restless egos
    Everything is stagnant
    No one is moving anywhere
    Yet the drama of running helter skelter continues
    Fossil fuels burn ventilated air-conditioners
    Artificial intelligence of