Blinded by reflection of water?
On the black pavement.
Thoughts complicating,
Thoughts overpowering.

Divinity cannot be seen,
For no one knows what it is.

Nowhere to go.
Dead byproducts of the machine,
Infecting the streets,
The World.

And they reproduce in masses.
Thoughtless and countless masses.
Imploding like waste
Gathering in a stream,
Clinging to a stick.
You see the ashes and smoke,
Pollutants immeasurable,
   But why do people adore
   What hurts them the most?
They are walking idiosyncrasies,
Yet they are all the same.

They are a double-binded threat
Without Protection,
Without Retaliation,
Like mice with no escape.