There are no neighbors
only tenements
there are no towns
only industry

dim lit windows
wide, vacant eyes
smoke from chimneys
but nothing inside

what lies in the future
beyond this darkness?
will there be reason
beneath insanity?

there are no tribes
only roads
and no more friends
only vehicles

bits of information
drifting through dusty veins
flickering thoughts
over soulless screens

growth and consumption
are the new religion
with implications
dire and haunting

there are no reasons
only excuses
there is no meaning
only autumn sensuality

dark, sullen windows
self indulgent eyes
poison from exhaust vents
inside, nothing left

what lies in the future
beyond this madness?
will there be color
beyond this faded scene?



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