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 kyscrapers
scrape rents of blue and white paint from the sky, shredding, peeling,
nitrous ochres and red eat through bridges, which fall into the rivers
splashing colors across - my back I
always hear - piers, streets AMOK
art - Hurry up please,
it's time - floods inorganic molds - Time's
winged chariot hurrying - stirring passion of - near. Closing
time gentlemen - metal and glass steel - these our actors as I
foretold you - girders writhe - actors frantically packing in theatrical
- mineral lust - hotels... are all spirits. |
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