When life is chipped
At the behest of
flooding water, and
downpouring sludge
from the murky skies,
floating with corpses
and lifeless trees
Impregnable thoughts
daub the spirit low
Thick of dead coating;
Like the tongue of water
Loosing its taste bud
Or,
Like the uprooted wire
That coil, around
the square solar cells
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