grey descends
upon the center of the world
clouds contact cousins
so fog rolls suffocates sight.
the city shrugs
and conducts business as usual.
my eyes roll
through streets tracks life
viewed between mirror and glass
smoke fills lungs
seeps into vessels
inducing a state of calm
the quiet of its breath
allows age to float to surface.
grime covers this empirical town
yet no one seems to notice
or is it
that it constitutes the new norm.
when in rome.
