in a crowd

of waking,

walking

brilliance,

full of noses

so high up

even a

little

black

cloud

on short,

fat legs

could

see back

into their

shiny pink

brains,

wondering perhas

if her own

dull matter

was

(maybe)

good enough

to weather through

the storm

of fitting in

, a black cloud

among sunshine,

just the beaming,

the blinding rays,

of the future

of generation

youtube.

fin.