The Zaffre Shine
Glaring through the window,
The sun shimmers against the glassy vision,
I watch the landscape fall to the horizon,
Large electrical towers protrude to the horizon,
Buildings sit atop the hills, ugly and unnatural.
I see enough greenery to remind me of what was before,
Sitting in the mid scene of this landscape, a Zaffre building sits isolated,
Lonely and graceless in it's presence.
It stands, ugly and symbolic of perpetual greed.
It's brand stands attached in large letters,
As if to ensure that it's hardware sirens saturate our thought
So out of place, as if it was there first.
Staring out at that shining Zaffre tribute to desire,
I know it is new and soon it won't be new enough.
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