A MOUNTAIN OF SPICE DUST, FIRM GROUND
MASKED BY QUANTITY AND GEOMETRY
A SHAKE, A BREAK. IT RECEDES AWAY
SPARKLED AND FLAT, GROUNDS MAKE WAY.
NATIONS BUILT ON HISTORY
MYSTERY, SAFFRON CODE DIRECTORY.
TOO RIGHT TO BE CENTRAL
NATIONALISM PAVES WAY FOR THE NON-EXISTENTIAL.
DUST OF SPICES
ROCKS INTO HANDFUL SIZES.
CONSUMED AS PURE NECESSITY.
BURNING, EYES CRY OUT TOO, SPRAYED CRUELTY.
BEAUTY MASKS EVIL, PURE TRAGEDY.
A HEAP OF TRADITION,
FALSE MODERN INCLINATION.
A BAGGAGE OF CULTURAL DRAMA.
FLAT DUST OCCUPIES SPACE TOO
WHEN MOUNTAINS ARE BEDDED OFF THEIR ARMOUR.
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