retracing heritage
through the cracks, illumination shall thrust through
roofs shall cave in
and form a warm hole that'll suck in archaic beliefs
grounds shall sink
and take with it the feet of those who led us astray
on that day, when the son of man
shall raise his middle finger
to rewrite opinions that amoebae-d the shape of us
soon
i shall retrace my steps, backward,
to where we were before the illusionist abolished
our reality
soon
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