
Broken shards of glass
sun rises, catching the cracks—
short, sharp morning waves.

Broken shards of glass
sun rises, catching the cracks—
short, sharp morning waves.

Heavy fog rises
fireball erupts in the sky
tiny shells sparkle

People try too hard
to stand out from the others
unlike autumn trees

Our world is at war
racing fast to the bottom
while the moon rises

From the depths of earth
comes a holy vibrant light
when we’re commuting