in the future things appear from pictures.
topangas life granting waters evaporate
through my pores as i breathe in the city.
in between santuaries of rubbish there are
highways and reststops.
uptight apollos charm aristocrats
daughters and shiny black robots
scurry about, as fruitless nector
awakens willing minds.
in the future things appear from pictures and i am.
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