1376.

The ground is covered
in petals and stalks. Fragile
beauty in progress.

1375.

The night draws too long
on the previous day's hold.
An inverted will.

1374.

A day cast to flags,
fireworks, and food. This is
such America.

1373.

The stifling movement
of the world's built friction let
out to play today.

1372.

Oh sweet internet,
letting us troglodytes out
to play at human.

1371.

Finger paints mar the
cusp of beauty in divine
parts ineptitude.

1370.

The world as run by
its predators. Always out
hunting destruction.

1369.

Such analogous
splendor in the balance. All
sides remain offset.

1368.

The last cry of a
faltering heart's invention.
Engines stop moving.

1367.

Nothing can be made
new without inspiration.
Creation dying.

1366.

Opportunities
squandared and redundancy
marked efforts abound.

1365.

Compromise treated
like the bastard stepchild for
abuse endorsements.

1364.

A balance of sides
rather than absolutist
patterns of extremes.

1363.

Upended purpose
and the collectivism
it appears to need.