roads upon roads,
stacked up
in easy piles
of neat.
then
a foot comes along,
blind,
trampling the roads
like a house of cards.
everything scatters.
intersecting cards
have the reaction of bombs,
everywhere.
face up,
face down,
somehow connecting and
pulling apart,
all within the space
of a single breath,
and
there is no regard
to forming any sense,
just an absolute
in continuation.
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