Finite Loops

Those ruins! Withered yet still majestic Others unearthed, Stood in the centre of cities.

Those ruins! Preserved on tall hilltops, Their sun swept paths Eroded by wind.

Those ruins! Under accumulated dirt. Still hidden from modernity Whispering intrigue.

Those ruins! Etched imprecisely, you look back. The dream long faded The ruins stand intact.

From The Exquisite Abstract available in the shop.

Also available in its original paperback version here.

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