A cramped up fascist
dream on beige towers
hidden in plain sight
with school and church
and fast food franchises
lurking adjacent to that
sinking gold vault below sinking
into the black void dragging
everything and existence
with it to spoil degrade
deviate boil--there's no
grass left in the court yard
and the gaping hole in the
sky is blue suffocated by
swirling gray masses
and it's so close to the ceiling
help can't fall through--it's time
locked to forever, our gift to
ourselves--only the security guards
laugh--what they're guarding? who the
fuck knows--
some treasures are better left to
the thieves and grave robbers
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