The whisper of the wind on warm honeyed grass
Yet the harsh glare and cold hum of lime street signs,
A kind stability and tender breath
Or a governing signal and alerting presence;
A byte in the apple.
A hunter crocodile pining for fresh prey
The shadow of their jaws prowling upward,
Reaching for raw morsels eager for innocence
Between the glinting gums and teeth;
Feeding means bleeding.
The modernity of artificial intelligence vomiting theft
Artistry bruised in oily olive hues rather than in purples and blues,
Currency as valueless as prized receipts for PNG emeralds
Disguised with RBG pixels and ones and zeroes;
They obey imperfect rules perfectly.
The fracturing facets that dresses
A corporate landscape dripping in jewel tones,
Budding for a decadent display
And wrenching out sickly weeds;
The rot does bloom richly.
is Jaded a feeling
Editors: Lau, C. Shin, C. Wickliffe, L. Yan, E.
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