Calatrava's Paper Permission Poem by Tanec Rayl

More psychoactive than Art the rules break, rowed to shore,
Through vapid jungles of sweating verdure and muculent river stone,
Bowed before myself I-
Shiver, offer some pointless apology,
Remain erect, accused and debased,
Information filtered through your stormwater system.

Out to the sea and back again and back again and back again; my new direction
Indicates death of the old aesthetic and a failure to discern same in these
Curses to await the textured note of our now-speaking;
Revival, tradition.
There can be only one response. I will not choose.