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Over every corporeus thing
there is a fetid and yellow fog
that covers it all, as far as these
eyes can see.

On this megalitic skyscraper
the others are moving with
their horrified skin as they
stoke the fire as we do.

Nothing is what it used to be
and our hearts don’t beat
the same way anymore.

They are sitting unemotional and silent
but I know they want to throw themselves
into de void
in order not to stay inside
that pointed, geometric and rectangular
invocation.

Is it just water steam or sulphuric acid?
Who will hear our screams of agony
when our throes of death arrive?
Where are the other survivors?
Where is the sun?

Nothing is what it used to be
and our hearts don’t beat
the same way anymore.

Our questions still unanswered,
you still silent and laughing.

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