By Egret’s vision

Today’s morning melted visage

Plays a game

Of havoc

That we are unable or unwilling to avoid

Hot roads bubble soft skin starts to fry

Cold analytics burst through the overgrowth

It is a simple equation this life

All the frippery that surrounds us

Commodity baggage

Already extinct

Dinosaurs roaming some waste ground

Out the back over there yet to be speculated upon

Forced air in an overcoat

Look for they come in and out with the tides

Memory chance full integrated and over the worst of it

The beginning is the end 

Like we migrate now from one turn to the next

A solitary prelude easing into the bat flayed night

Sunset burns down to the end of the wick