The village, a crucible
in shadow; striation
of ghost melt steel
on material decay.
Concrete guide-pillars,
reinforced memoirs
of quiescent forge.
Internalised soundscapes;
rhetoric, rostrum promises
sculpt closed mind terrain.
Fossilised bigwheel tracks
hallow sci-tech future
or media
blown stage furnace.
So, ape-knuckle
mimetic tap steps
> down
> > > down
> > > > > down
shaft of hope to Sun-Lit pool.
See tooth-bright smiles,
mortar boards; TV stardom,
for all.
Untempered,
paths
fall to crack.
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