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all is concrete

the sun aimless

like anthony in the desert

wanders through the wilderness

expelling demons

imps & lunatics.

the appearance & disappearance

into the

simulacrum of death

causes only disequilibrium.

all is a charade

the ceiling is obfuscated by a sea of smoke

undulating

coiling & uncoiling.

the walls

beside the mirrors

a myriad of mirrors

are covered in paintings of the countryside that is now covered in concrete.

Alan Turner

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