An electric sun meets the horizon
on a cold southern day
its December now
there is no powder snow
or day glow dying leaves
this town is a ghost
to its wishes
the watchmen
wade the hoards
and observe sociology
while the animals
hide from predators
the sun soon hides
from night
everything is escaping something
only to find themselves
back in it
the next mourning
america has become
a desert for dreamers
disappear disciples
take [...]