A chorus of yelps
from the office towers
that scrape the sky,
from the buildings low,
barely dirt,
from everything, all.
Computers hot,
overheating,
minds burning with stress,
with grim thoughts burning
the brain, boiling, bubbling,
fingers toiling,
eyes blackened, blackening,
clocks ringing, ringing, ringing.
All melting, melting.
Slowing. Stopping.
Sky cracking, sun bleeding.
All things cooling.
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