Shadows in the urban smoke<\/strong><\/p>\n They grow from the gravel. The sky is black. People flood the city; Shadows in the urban smoke They grow from the gravel. Twisted and distorted monsters; Determined for their glass talons and brick fists to be the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2262,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[468,473,11,478],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2290"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2290"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2290\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2291,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2290\/revisions\/2291"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2262"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTwisted and distorted monsters;
\nDetermined for their glass talons and brick fists to be the highest.
\nReflected in the windows \u2013 warped images of swarming people
\nInside, lights blink on and off, blinds yawn open and clamp shut.
\nThey come, stealing the trees<\/p>\n
\nVehicles, coughing and spluttering, crawl along roads.
\nOnly a single bar of light can escape from the sun,
\nIt slices through the muddied river, which brims with debris.
\nRain, no longer transparent, stings.
\nThe air is still, wind does not blow anymore.<\/p>\n
\nthey move as one herd, but each travels alone;
\nSome shuffle, some stride .
\nA cacophony of murmurs play an orchestra of untuned instruments.
\nUnaware and oblivious, their ears don\u2019t hear, their eyes don\u2019t see
\nIt\u2019s just shadows in the urban smoke.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"