The city will tell you of magic—
that beneath these golden swathes
are immovable Gods who bleed
highways and labyrinths of glass,
and you'll become believers
as you promenade
the brittle bones
with which the streets were paved.
- those they hide -
The city will tell you of magic—
that beneath these golden swathes
are immovable Gods who bleed
highways and labyrinths of glass,
and you'll become believers
as you promenade
the brittle bones
with which the streets were paved.