And the city changes places
Box to box
Steel to straighten
Glass to bubble cold
Wake up house for you are the wanderer
A wrecking architecture began to linger
With nothing to start at the sky
Garbage streets
Wide white birds loot and javelin
There is a castle here in acre
Hammer and taps
Casement short in the modern
bass and clarion
Knight to Knight come forth!
Not late for the clock
not out of time
Down the tunnel between brick and disaster
Ghoul loud in fathoms
Cave the bear
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