Hear the gong as the monsoon approaches and slowly trails.
You can feel the wind in the Sahara desert.
The rats travel on the sidewalks and sulfuric sewer system.
We plow and maintain consumption of our ideology.
No one is safe thinking better or less.
Chemicals bind as we inhale and exhale exhaustion with the busyness of the day.
The rocks tumble from the volcano Mt. Etna.
Treading in the Gatorland for years trying to lookout for leeches.
It will be over soon, and the dawn of a new day will come tomorrow.