Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often dream of huge buildings
sinister architecture
being installed nobody sees
Their appearance so
few would take notice

And when I up
I imagine crushed by one
its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre

A body of
that carried no
its own room
un-earthly of decreation

There be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of
rising spores a dying world
to to chase away what's left

pulverised desert stone
and serpentine mouths
Pales the pyramids
rewriting years of history
raping the statue of
outplays the
the fjords
invades the n y to
dream its own existence in one single word

Can we them
as the flint in our reptile skulls
or the coded in our dna