specs of dust in the eye of infinity

.don't know the quality of the air we take in, still we keep breathing.
heart keeps beating to the base of trucks and voitures passing by like waves.
point connected to the line, multiplied by space and time turns perspective into a raster point
rendition of x. a distilled finity.
watch the clock, take the pulse of the moment and wait for the sign to jump. it's in the air we share.

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