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I often dream of numb buildings
jet-black architecture
being installed when sees
Their appearance so
that few would notice

And I wake up
I imagine being by one
imagining its its silence
and the absence of excuses for a life
and the of a 22-kilometre tombstone

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

would be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of
spores from a dying world
to pollute to away what's left

Sun-white pulverised stone
and lizard mouths
away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of
raping the statue of
outplays the
the fjords
invades the n y to
its own existence in one single final word

Can we them
as the flint buried in our reptile
or the time-bomb in our dna