Requiem for an Empire“Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.”          —”Clenched Soul,” Pablo Neruda I remember you with my soul clenched,realizing the ground has given way.This façade crumbles, a life envisionedbecomes a ruin before its construction—our vast empire founded on untruth and decay. I remember you with my mind…

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