At this time of year, the clouds swell.

The glistering orb in the sky spills its filthy secrets down to us below.

We feel the tainted, grimy residue

Upon ground of slick shale and broken clumps of dirt.

Around us, pools fracture in interminable waltzes.

Reactor rods prevent our own fragmentation with tenuous hold.

Metal panes could cut us, but why?

Do you think the crouched spires we call trees call us back?

Through veined webs we perceive others.

Through tinted windows we glaze our vision

To preserve that vicarious lifestyle.

We are strapped to a jarring, shuddering centrifuge.

Brain damage affects us all with whiplash sincerity

Laced wire tries to make us part of the human conglomerate.

Watch, as we are held in place. Watch as we see our manufacture twist around us.

Upon this hair-thin plateau we still dig deep.