when i finally touched the ground,
everything was gone.
and the black horizon stretched from
sea to sea, but the oceans were empty.
so i asked, "why?"
and i was told that the deep abyss
was righteous,
beautiful,
and i tried to cry but i could only see logic,
numbers swimming before my eyes.
when i finally touched the ground,
the city was dead.
buildings flew up around me, monuments
to a race long-gone,
spattered with the last propaganda
we could afford.
the world was cold,
and i was so small.
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