(III.1-9)

there's something about modern metropolises
& archaic architecture;
the framework of falsified facades
& bullshitted buildings.

there's something else;
a glorified grandeur of utopian understatements
& hallways of half-assed hyperboles.

let's erect temples to emphatic euphoria,
build monuments to manifested mania,
a statue sculpted of sovereign solace.
(is it infrastructure that we speak of still?)

there's something of an acropolis left
remaining in the resilience of a refusal to remember self-reliance
& there's a hammer in your hands,
a hexed holiness in helplessness;
you may knock me down
(just be sure there's something left).