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ruin MAG
where cities are below me
i stand above
atop the high ground
with grandeurs encompassed
in the atmosphere
yet the feeling eludes me
and i cannot tell where the city stops
and where i start
where does humanity lie?
if it is not here,
among citysides
then where can i go
to find a heartbeat
and the people’s devotion?
then i remember,
this is war
where there is no devotion but only
adversary
no sound but the deafening howl of a dying summer’s wind
set behind a dry cyber sky:
for here lies the body
of the infamous man –
killed at his own hand and laid flat
on a plateau-
here lies the myth of a city
where fantasy is submerged in unrest
with the margins of chasm
where nothing is found
but the same questions and broken answers
bringing me back around
to the man,
who lies here in a cataclysm
beyond death,
holding every name,
first and last and
upon hearing the pall bearer’s footsteps
and the recitation
i remember that this too shall
pass.
it only comes down to the man:
who never wins against
the grain,
but erodes away,
becoming dust
gathered upon the mesa with no city found below it.
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