The city whirled by the car window
The buildings reached toward the sky
like the arms of interred giants reaching
for sunlight
But its always nighttime in this city
Theres no such thing as lifesblood
Just substances that spill into the ocean
to be returned only at a predetermined date
flip the skyline and the smallest objects
will stand monolithic above the largest monuments
I know because ive seen her do it
ive seen her break down all preconceived notions
she took a chisel to everything ever set in stone
uncrossed the tees and erased all the dots above the eyes
simultaneously stripped it all down to the simplest form
and complicated it to perfection
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