Poem: Aware

Poem: Aware
Damp smells of evergreen,
the little girl with the red hat,
“Elvis isn’t dead!” boldly printed,
on that gentleman’s top with the running shorts,
while mechanical bicycles tick,
with no tock, 
I often ask myself:
is this just a stimulation?
vibrant graphics of a punishable world,
then I remember:
10 billion molecules,
crumbling under the weight of.

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