Monday, September 22, 2025

Where a lamppost and the i360 compete for depth

Welcome to the zombie pool

Where you might like to cool

Welcome to the depth and down

Where illusions learn to frown


Welcome to the blinding light

Where you might like to write

Welcome to the grime and lies 

Where all exposure dies


Welcome to unbending poles

Where you might find our souls

Welcome to the rigid climb

Where there is but an anti-time 


Welcome people, come in, come in

You all might like to win

Welcome to the looking glass

Of dreams, that scream, en masse

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