TresPass

When the color breaks We see our holds hovering above We beg the truth is that we- -Carbon mankind-are merely passing Value on in some other way We wouldn't want for ourselves To the incomprehensible sediment layers overhead
As a driven stampede unable to break the shackles of need Perhaps we are trespassing By design.

Work derived from original photography from IG:@Street_Art_Community in New York City an East River view, a World Trade Center view including partial street art from Todd Gray and others. CC Attribution for the model the ship was built in to 'MJ lee'. Music: Charon by Yehezkel Raz (reversed). Poem by 2quantum@pm.me. One version will be permanently applied to a dystopian game coming 2022.