Panels

The road
crumples as
the water grinds down
it's slopes

This is a panel

The shadows
slump on
a wall of which
one side is
undesirable

This is a panel

The bypasses
of the night
know nothing more
than sounds

This is a panel

The blatant struggle
(this blatant struggle)
grips all
those who sink into
self
appreciation which
at the moment
is everyone
except
me

The panels shift
closer every
minute.