Reloj

Blackened spots

cloud visions,

the gaze far set

upon the horizon,

the dream lived

is the dream created,

bodies seeking refuge

we are a collective

forced to splinter

under the weight

of modernity &

As our globe spins

backwards

we are

twisted like

the concept

of time

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