the dawn cracks the nights dark glass
and
we
have
to
do
it
all over again
cover ourselves in cotton
animal hide on our feet
press space
tap enter
interact with plastic
summon data trapped in light
discuss in depth the weather
we daydream if we can
in the blue light under sodium tubes
of quiet cobweb woods
of the oscillating sea
of colour brochure beaches
of supper
silence
and the short death of bed
and in the evening in a break from tv
we choke a little too polite to complain
counting our weird and diminishing blessings
under
a
beautiful
pollution
sunset
from flickr by vw4ross
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