Cymatics

Purple, amber clouds burden the shallow blue sky. Tropical sunsets for a devastated people, occupied with neon life, naive to a natural beauty. 

Heavier than sound objects scar the atmosphere like a blade forged from silk. Ripples through space. Time a constant circuit of life and death moments away unknown participants haunted by a pugnacious being, thirsty and vile.

Sunshine, everybody love the sunshine. Sunshine caged in afterburners. 

The hunter in pursuit, silent cymatics shape the earth.