The earth endures
but retains scars.
Seasons become
halluncinations.
The forest
burns.
There's constant relentless
buzzing. Sulfuric fog
rests above the city and
highway hypnosis. Killer
sillouettes spawn in sundown's
orange-blighted
cobalt blue.
The night unzips its face
to reveal a lake
completely dried.
A wood sign sticks up from the mud:
WELCOME TO THIRD SPHERE.