Rinse, Repeat

sharks swim right through asphalt
along side rusty boxes sweeping in rushes
constantly traveling
down endless paths
to fleeting destinations
becoming lost on
detours to oblivion
in grids of machinery
if only the unforgiving tides of an angry sea
stretched far enough
to wash and remove
leave only smooth moist plateaus
this would take place everyday
around 2pm.
regeneration for at least until
the morning sounds of everything
coming awake again.