amidst 60-story buildings and pixelated greenery,
amidst moving shadows and blinding halo,
i feel like plated gold.

the wind blows and it's not shiny anymore,
the water splashes and it starts to rust,
revealing a human-shaped brown iron block.

one step forward, sky turns purple
one step backward, sky turns white
animating my thoughts before they *******

reminded of flakes of wood glued to the trunk,
wondering if they actually want to be there
a woodpecker's barrier to survival.

only two left in this treeless jungle;
the parasitic bird and the helpless trunk
preserving the hurricane-bound meadow