Complacency utilizes shadow
And sleeps through rain storms.
Each rain drop
Corpses to be recycled as communists.
Pollution swallows the horizon
Translating biped prose to the clouds,
And penetrated by God’s greatest formation.
We made earth our home
But forgot that consciousness
Was temporary. Sandboxed
To nurture pimples and intertwine rainbows
Between flecks of glass crackling
Under the weight of color.