Circles casting their light
in the last days of the measured world
a brick bouquet
speckling the human tidbits.

Faces sprouting leaflets
the delighted fauna.
Cubes and their cuboid smells
snacking on electrons.

Roofs and their lattice guards
that shrink the machinery.
Twisted turf and its
cannibal shadows.

Vine-scarred curbs
giving permanent twilight.
Swamp tanks and their
eggs of thought
webs poked about the frame.

Sanctuary's foam of glazed air
tucked in dusky banners
hot rings of singing thread.