Jotun
I often dream of huge numb buildings
jet-black sinister architecture
being installed when nobody sees
their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice
And when i wake up
i imagine being crushed by one
imagining its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone
A body of black
that carried no reflection
defying its own room
un-earthly eggs of decreation
There would be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of context
rising spores from a dying world
to pollute to chase away what´s left
Sun-white pulverised desert stone
and serpentine lizard mouths
pales away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of history
raping the statue of liberty
outplays the acropolis
inverting the fjords
invades the n y skyline to
dream its own existence in one single final word
Can we identify them
as the flint buried in our reptile skulls
or the time-bomb coded in our dna

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