asphalt
my marrow was showing
it was the salty kind
i stood as still as god
upon judgement day
and declaimed the city
my body unable to see
all i could spot was retro
the delight of sentiment
and i was unconvinced
i wondered at illusion
was it i or the citadel
that mocked me
was it my Lot
or was deity declaring me
unclean for repenting
it was an afterthought
the turning
i saw the end
and mine
was it salt
or ashphalt
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