I see you, standing tall, emasculated
by your missing pieces¾ your emptiness
Your grand façade a charade of knowledge
with its portico inviting, beguiling
lying
Yes, I see you, all beat and shoddy,
broken and eviscerated¾
your internal rooms empty
your windows like ocular
sentinels, vitreous by nature
No, I won’t enter¾ despite your invitation¾
your choice, yes, your choice hailed
the execution of viability
and thus presented the world
with a view of your vacant cella within
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