Monday, 14 April 2014

99. A Falsified Description

Beautiful, still and strange. What now?
True as cancer and very fragmented.
Nobody has read the wonder of this city through
Shredding the poets, pink, red & gristly bits.

Hear, voyager – are you with us, the childish?
Time to make claims, prevent interpretation, put on
Our lovely muumuus – markers for how we fall
Suddenly into the actual to fall out finally unfalsifiable.

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