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I often dream of numb buildings
sinister architecture
being installed when sees
appearance so sudden
that few would take

And when I up
I imagine crushed by one
imagining its weight its
and the of excuses for a havoced life
and the of a 22-kilometre tombstone

A of black
that no reflection
defying its own
eggs of decreation

There would be
mushroom-scattered forever out of
rising spores a dying world
to pollute to chase away what's

pulverised desert stone
and lizard mouths
away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of
raping the of liberty
the acropolis
inverting the
invades the n y to
dream its own existence in one single word

Can we identify
as the flint buried in our reptile
or the coded in our dna