Digital Chime

 








Digital Chime

The lake is gone, the hill is sold,

The green has turned to grey and gold.

 We pay for air we used to breathe,

 While concrete hearts begin to heave.

The notification pings—a digital chime,

To hide the fact, we’re out of time.


Moods 4/2026



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