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
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
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
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