1334.

Calendars stacked up
in memorial. The lost
and taken. Constant.

1333.

A nostalgia there
for what will never be known
or now remembered.

1332.

An explanation,
perhaps, for humanity's
fast decline. Progress.

1331.

Slaves to impetus
over choice. Breathing robots.
Fundamental base.

1330.

Flesh houses captive
to its frailties. Moving just
means a certain death.

1329.

We dress breathing up
as mindfulness and thus the
human monkeys play.

1328.

The machines of these
bodies, faulty and failing
make up such filler.