Grind In Motion - Castor

Grind in motion

And the chaos

Edibly consumed

Paper parade

Sad rain

Of ticker tape

Soaks up

Dust without end

Who am I breathing in?

Watching the dust dance open

Memories

Streets made of stone

Time, wind, rain, and snow

Fire laced bricks

Chipped and weathered

Dust without end

What am I breathing in?

Watching the dust dance open

Streets cold

This dusty old slide show gets worse every year

Color now fading no longer clear

Time had its way and it shows every year

Color now fading no longer clear