Skies so thick
Every San Fernando morning
The opposite side of the Valley
Becomes myth again

Created by the coast
Or man made in the lab
Weather patterns prove routine
Regularly scheduled by a higher plan

Skies so heavy
Lungs collapse upon contact
Future generations asphyxiate before birth
Modern times rearrange
To please an elite
Unseen

There’s conspiracy afoot

Population control
Subversion dreams
Terrorism at home
Muffled screams

Skies so viscous
One needs a Brita filter to breathe
To weed out the oxygen
Life in the seed

Some say it’s natural
Others, a science experiment
I don’t know what to tell you, though
Except
Don’t hold your breath

The sky is falling down

~ Jason Brain 2013