MIDDLE GRAY: AN ATMOSPHERE
Electric blue neon snakes
Out of her mouth.
One step and everything twists
Out of its axis. Middle gray.
Summer used to be like this
Cool mornings. Fog rolls up
From the gorge and fills
The streets. Middle gray.
A blinking yellow light
Indicates what used to be
An intersection. Totally
Deserted now. Middle gray.
High above the streets a telephone
Insists that it is important.
Just as quickly it is silenced. Middle gray.
Previously we defended
Our right to communicate
Freely. All was lost
In the floods. middle gray.
From the edge of town
Rockets arc into the air.
Deep trails of smoke
Stretch out behind them. Middle gray.
We change clothing. Middle gray.
Our identities are erased. Middle gray.
All transmission ceases. Middle gray.
Middle gray.
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