Feet

Recognize determinants, describe your colorless, drab metropolis and sinking dystopian society and wilderness of barefoot insanity run amok among the glowing bomb craters and a world in which the new sky-beings created in furious anger, highlight the contrast of light imprisonment and why it is oceanless with burnt orange sand, explore the peculiarities and idiosyncrasies of a snake-like hospital and lakeside park bench you are sitting on while writing this, migraine flashes, a woman in a white-veil, an elderly man in an Ivy Cap coughs out the pulpy-dark-blood phlegm of cancer blooms, he is almost as pale as me, a silhouette of remote sadness, a face like a tired puzzle, back to the task, should shade the abnormalities and trauma of radioactive orchids, the walking, talking, mannequin advertisements and pedantry of common people, the coils of caustic elevator wire, a neon sign missing a letter, ordinary stone-dwellings on the rustic outskirts, the bronze dust and blemish picture of skinny limbs on the dead trees, a wasteland tumbleweed tangle and amber puddle out among the crystallized coffins and old, rotten churches, the lazy black-breath of smokestacks where they burn the sick and dying, where they burn people like me, save for my shoes, they are given to the poor.