Slowly slipping away, this city.
And the amik' who revives right
beside one was unseen. What
can this mean
The residue of liquids spilt found
the etchings on the sides of all white,
stained them red. These ruddy
alphanumerics have no meaning.
This cap, a blip on sea of transponder
isn't, or's growing dimmer. This dead
battery, this face
