in-difference

I take to the line, my feet on the steady The creature beside snarls – he's ready. A spark makes a shock and the feet start to fly I shoot across the city with a lion by my side. Pass lights – pass lakes – pass years of decay The shoeless kids chasing our dust as they play. We sidestep the world downshifting for speed The lion beside me can tell what we need. Rubber feet rolling beneath my metal cage We tear through the streets like fire on a page. Gripping the wheel I'm along for the ride Pistons pump oil through the heart of this pride. Only broken bottles bounce my headlight back Rising ashes of industry turn th

The muddled gray cylinder blurred as it trailed into the light in the distance. He walked towards the brighter parts, counting the dark rectangles that passed on his right three… four… five… He turned into the 6th. The lumpy shapes paired to familiar voices were oddly strange. He knew the persons the sounds belonged to, but he didn't even know what that meant anymore. He could feel his mouth, lips and tongue, making the shapes, performing the actions, but there was no understanding of what the sounds were anymore. Motion becomes meaning, as a thin part of a lump moves up and then back and forth. He reciprocates. He robotically