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winding through spires & spires
of constructed carbon,
he scurries on foul feet,
stumbling on pale cartons
& the towers linger
where the powers lie
& the creature scampers
under a drowned black sky
a beast prowls through purple fields
where wisps of light crawl through cracks
of grass, glimmering like the
eyes attached to that stalking,
mystic creature of shining,
sheening earth—dirt aligning
to match the stars she bathes in.
to a barren land, she strides,
he creeps. in a sandy
waste they meet.
but a clear pool of water lies between them,
a mirage, they think, the star-soaked screen.
so they peer,
they see their reflection:
in blankness, a truth-filled projection.