An apology lost, twisting in wretched metal
Laughs cackling in the distance
Like sirens they ring hurricane poetry
Curious faces stare into
An abyss funnels down pipes
Clouds stream the colors of the universe
Physics seizes in the eyes of the frame
Anonymous statues kick the tires
Electric car maps drive themselves to the party
The rest of us walk slowly into the distance
Light flickers like a broken screen
The frowns explain the poor taste in humor.
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