cobalt

O funny denizens of Hot City,
do you associate the color red with heat?

Hot City: a scrambled and regurgitated set of alphabet crap.
Language: merely a convention, a placebo for the real.

Theres no cure for the malady affecting this plan,
only a substitute byproduct constructed in time and blood.

Every word that fails to communicate is yet another missing
undetermined, dislocated, cryptographic corpse.

If you look straight into the sun, maybe you can
see your own embryo. But to see it clearly, youd have to burn out
all your optical nerves.