Anchorless

A tale of two revolutions

Anchorless
your eyes reflect the fire that burns this city.
the tall buildings reach for air above the smoke.
the sky will never clear.
a trumpet sounds the revolution.
the streets are crowded with the expressionless armies. straight from the mouths
of corporations into their brain.
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