Phologizein

The sky is orange, & people are running. It’s turning deep red & people are running. The air is still & people are running. It smells of sweet & people are running. Plants are dying & people are running. Trees are shriveled & people are running. Animals are decaying & people are running. Birds are falling & people are running. Buildings are melting & people are running. Roads are liquid & people are running. The oceans are lakes & people are running. The lakes are arid & people are running. The ground is soft & people are running. The sun’s coming closer & people are running. The end is near & people are running. The finish has come & people are running. The earth is jejune, But someone is running.