Presuppose time before it was a skyline
an approach-and-landing accident
an utterance of sound rarely of angels, darkened
by clouds of astrologers, stones and emptiness
cities of chaos, groundless
a line of consideration burns itself into script, onto vellum
a tower differentiated, word by wing by whirr
of engine’s exhale, desolation into collisions
the astonishment of stars deserted, blotted
on etching paper, ravaged into form.
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