The nights have passed
The days have arrived
We could see ourselves melting into this space in black and brown
with our drooping heads down
Until the buzzing machines walked, stamped, and razed us.
Cut away. Carried away. Splitted. Trampled and transported.
Sustainability, Eco-friendly stickers glazed at us in our colours- Yellow and brown
The nights have passed
The Days have arrived
We're moved.
The field is empty without us
Or
Is it?
The Nights have passed
The Days have arrived
We're there
Not there
In this world.
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