threadbare
civilization stretches
reticulate layers
across the continents
cities pulse
with fevered life
throbbing like injuries
barely healed
panic begins
supply lines rupture
the web of everything
is a torn illusion
© BH, 2022
I think this might be the last of the recent fragments. At least, this is what remains of the longer scribble that broke into its pieces.
I like the short form when it works. It keeps the thought concise and is good to fit into an illustration. I’m sure I’ll do more…
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