you reject routine
as though it were meant
to be feared
some structures don't belong
where they are built
so you give more
to the space surrounding it
create an entire city
decorated with billboards
advertise Change as Good
since it's a lesser evil
the former buried
by museums and monuments
then talked about
through bleached teeth
after some sand drips down
everything that's been
reconstructed is buffered
by sameness
you turn the glass over
to start the hour again
hope the falling
sediment uncovers
something new
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