116.

A thick slate hued sky
overhangs the entire
day in foreshadow.

115.

That bygone age moves
past in a gentle caress
of beauty and sound.

114.

Chaste lips and sweaty
palms, how quickly innocence
changes the focus.

113.

The crux, redemption
or survival, decided
in a second's end.

112.

The unrelenting
sky stalks us in clouds and soft
shadows. Following.

111.

Empty faces move
this world of robots into
motions, pointlessly.

110.

This kaleidoscope
of sound, builds and destroys in
equal stills, flashing.