….Heat beats down on the asphalt pothole ground. Seeping into every crevice, room and vein until it, weighted, drowns.
….Deeper to unconscious tropic manic rot. And. Grinding any mindful reason to a gradual stop.
….Then sudden struck by walls of purity. Suspended like a candle in the night, as the heinous gaseous pressure flees, slowly nipped by wettened fingers out.
….As rain beats down upon the asphalt pothole ground.

monsoon rain

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