Unchampioned is the new default
trying to draw with a peach squished
firmly in your hand on soggy paper
motes like a thousand stars caught mid-sunray
elusive thing that may or may never be remembered
a transit now grey - a file now lost in new folders
somewhere gliding over new territories
roads becoming pathes becoming grassy remnants
vehicles salvage and abandoned, bird orchestra.
Our implacable place gone, in its midst
feelings now an ancient civilization lost
to a once significant apocalypse
secrets like a deadspot discovered
and money? Ha, money.
You could've taken so much more than just money
