A Power plant

4 Nov

Bellows below the rusted conflaguration of matrix.
A tall pinnacle spiraling upward.
Flash drive suitchers and a belt with a tootsie roll.
Trees trees tress going on to the horizon and two cars and a road and more trees and a bird.
It’s what I see.
Cigarette ash and poles spiraling upward and a lake
Gritty gridiron beneath me
A crane attached to an arm over a mountain of brick.
A square attached to the arm next to cylindrical poles ushering outwards
A tower with square stacks and railings and lights and a pole and brown rust
Come to life
A vulture flapping the edges of its wings circling soaring

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