Adulation In Concrete

The cracks run higher than mountains
Out of sight and beyond what I can understand
I sit between them, splintering quietly
With those that ruck, spit and sit
Snivelling muted contentedness

The walls moan beneath the weight of an infinite dream
Groan with every sarcastic rock
Of the indifferent sundial it has become
It is made of lines intersecting
We snort as we pass columns unmoving
Juddering bells in a cloud of diesel fumes

 

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