Review of luxuries under a ten foot scraper
Sky, where the ceiling becomes a void for so many
Generative fancies, clouded and raining down
An empty tufa that at least in sound retains the form
Of the commemorative faculties, and in application
To the object, has become the thing itself, though,
In reality, unsplit and cold, the concrete image
Of the dream.
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