The sun looked promising,
then the sky slammed shut,
sealed us in this stuffy little room
with all our neighbors favorite or despised.
Pawing at the windows sucking air at the gap under the doors
feeding on the pallid things in corners.
Our bodies grew soft and bloated, sick,white.
Like the stuff you find when you flip over a board in the garden.
Feeble, sprouting things
searching for the light,
slender and desperate as hope.
The pink stain of street lights
slowly blotted on the endless grid,
here and there a bright plastic island in the murk.
Merchandise! gas! synthetic snacks!
Be nice to see a star
or the craters of the moon.
There's no detail anymore
just cartoons and gestures.
Before the horizon melted and the sky slammed shut
before the rivers were caged and guarded.
before the cactus forests grew in Canada.
before the air smelled like the inside of a new car.
before all the faces of god had the opaque stare of a maniac.
Remember?
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