Dancing water sloshed At the edge of gray Slate, weary and washed By a thousand coins, as the day   Gaped from the gap above. Broken Floor-to-sky foundation, tired cracks. Steady toss-chip-tumble tokens Dug in deep. The architect’s facts   Ignored wish-fueled erosion, material Chosen to swallow the glaring sun Lies brittle and dry, a…

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