“ The sun swept high in the sky of the metropolis – dreaming, like ‘who on top of this?’ "

The sun beats down on sheets of metal. Stone-cold metallics; a contour of industrial mass. The sun does not warm the bolts and steel, which bead with particle evaporation, creating a layer of wetness which sits atop the striking permanence of celestial rigidity.

The beams of dense metallurgy sit sinking in the sand. All around, the sun’s rays pull prismic vapours from the desert’s soil, as in the steel complex form beads and bands of moisture of metallic perspiration.

A sweating mass sits sun-struck & immobile in the desert sands.

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