Cobwebbed skies
Sunless daylight
A cold brightness, chilling hearts
Across expanses of frayed toothpicks
Muddy prints filled with stillness
Blocks of residence
Human residue for miles, as deep as sight stretches
And as long as lives;
Ones that have never known, someday,
Anything before the milky cataracts
Of smog blanketing China's ancient eyes.
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