The whole project, the whole idea
over tones and over wrote,
wrought from years left over not yet buried
in the earth with yellow dandy prancing seraphim;
the tower babbles through to river washed
and history looks back to see disaster
limping gingerly over color carousel;
the beacon left to beckon call and crash.
This entire project is written backwards so it will read correctly when read on the blog. Although, because it's cyclical it shouldn't matter too much.
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