EXT. DERELICT ROADSIDE, MIDDAY

Weeds which whittle and ride metal rings
With thorns shining, sharp and sheer.

Lacing maniacal, bloodied and fierce;
They are selfish, self-loathing and shy.

Staring wildly as they claw at the sun,
Alone in despair.            Strangling metal, addicted to any Other.

Materials that manifest matrimony.

Creatures enquire customarily to find
A stark ruin of unsighted fear.

INT – KITCHEN, DUSK

Pathetic distraction begets fallacy where
He’s blinded by the darkness aside.

Heroic in dreams and drunk with gin
In daylight.           There’s a philosopher,
A dying breed!

Pregnant with thoughts of your antithesis;
Lusting for all that is other.

EXT – DESERTED PLAYGROUND, NIGHT

Boundlessly growing into a seismic wildness
Where breath catches and dies quick.

Bending with brothers and sisters, rude,
Who heave and squeeze and cherish the air.

We are at odds;           Writhing into space,
Wheezing at the stars.

There is only this place.

INT – BEDROOM, DAWN

Boundless is our resting place, our sanctuary of silence.

Blessed are the sips from clouded rims.

We thirst on the above, unknowing,
Unwilling and tired           Passing fumes and rotting runes will depart to leave a charred mess of all of us.

Our seed is spread to repeat
At your thumping, heavy feet,

Which surge in time away, away.

In empty wind, we sway.
We sway.

 

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