Floor dressed in red paint chips; the same color
Scores toe prints lounging on passage to further their destiny.
Water bottle is empty.
Stepped on and it erupted a sound, unique to plastic crinkling.
Reality bargains with images instilled along airwaves,
Deteriorating molecules to petals breaking
Off the stems.
Rain-drops.
Confetti.
Hubris displaced the stars, and consequently created life from their remnants.
Sleeping galaxies purported their dreams to fill up blank consciousness, streamlined
Into living rooms.
We march over waking life
And watch
Chimeras pose
As excuses
For empire.
