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Metropolis: 001

I glance upward 

the vivid skyline in the dark.


The phototaxis is in my blood.

My eyes are captured

by the metropolises that are built of the light,

by the reflections floating on the water.

The shining buildings that root solidly on the land are looking for the worshippers.

The psychedelic reflections are shallowing them.


How many of them were buried?

How many of them were drowned?


Am I one of them?

Maybe I will be one of them.

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