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Over every corporeus thing

there is a fetid and yellow fog

that covers it all, as far as these

eyes can see.

On this megalitic skyscraper

the others are moving with

their horrified skin as they

stoke the fire as we do.

Nothing is what it used to be

and our hearts don’t beat

the same way anymore.

They are sitting unemotional and silent

but I know they want to throw themselves

into de void

in order not to stay inside

that pointed, geometric and rectangular

invocation.

Is it just water steam or sulphuric acid?

Who will hear our screams of agony

when our throes of death arrive?

Where are the other survivors?

Where is the sun?

Nothing is what it used to be

and our hearts don’t beat

the same way anymore.

Our questions still unanswered,

you still silent and laughing.