godzilla's travels

Was Dr Ruth a sniper?

to waste less than ev'rything
for people to stand in line
to do something foolish
inside the hollow moon
there's no holding on
pale ultramarine
gray Accord wheeling at dawn
through a fractal wilderness
racing with the ghost of rain
fantastic city
floating domes pastel & vague
oligarch twilight where we run
labyrinthine shimmer-blades