Everyday Catastrophe - Runes and Drones

The sense of scale, lost to the author
We should have stayed the things that we evolved from
Bricks, mortar and designs defining time
Accidental language built in the sky-line
Easy to see, easy to read, easy to breed but not to be
From sigils to logos and business from social
We've gone from sacraments to cigarettes
Smoking and sex, working for concrete beds
Spelled out across Earth's surface
Inside the novels of lands and the oceans
The signs are cities, a street's a sentence
Extinction events all live in the indents
People are punctuations
Symbols, guiding the changes
People are punctuation
Mostly just dots on the pages
We are all fluctuations between the sun and the dirt
Between the storm and surface
Highways written in cursive
Invasive terrestrial circuits
Varicose veins host one purpose
Blood flow for corporate curses
Diseased clouds breathe traffic acidic plastics
Active-radio and waste-nuclear
We've gone from nourishment to indulgence
Smoking and sex, working for concrete beds
Our species tomb will be decorated with
Wreaths of wires and the fruits of impatience
The signs are plenty, the rot is intense
Extinction events all live
People are punctuations
Symbols guiding the changes
People are punctuation
We're all just dots on the pages
We are all fluctuations between the sun and the dirt
Between the storms and the surf
Between the storms and the surf
Between the storms and surface

Written by:
Paul Mullen

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