21.07.25
Karl-Marx-Straße labubu dolerem
in my linear city
entirely man made
glass mirror ceiling
covered in phrases
the giant artificial moons
all decayed to zero
consumes less virgin land now
Abdul Rahim Al Huwaiti
the dispensaries their opposition
echoing PIF breaking
the bone of a dead person
is equivalent to breaking it
when the person is alive
a right to take
falls in pale grief
mornings seizing aquellum clean
descend the undetachable names
in the glacier rooms
vault-tec compression fantasies
pour into your sleep
the city becomes suddenly beautiful
