Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often of huge numb buildings
jet-black architecture
installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so
that few would take

And I wake up
I being crushed by one
its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre

A of black
that no reflection
its own room
un-earthly eggs of

There be colonies
forever out of context
rising spores from a dying
to pollute to chase away what's

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

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