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Ornate platforms we brought power
brush over us in arabesque
the shadow of their works
we set precious gears in motion
they're paving our bed
with months past months
and seasons without motion

Where flames park on garage way
strips of electricity lay open
to the deafening night
winding the foot of a plateau
up on its pentagram shafts
a pantomime of mating grabbed
ahold of the fault line and hung on