Judgement And Curse

A city dies inside me
leaves uncharted
human bite marks.

A stinging match starts
between explicit statements
I move to keep an appointment -

with an angry moon -
who was incontrovertible by
sending the moon rocks at -

climategate. Here goes the
feedback to climbing mountaineers
who will not find any peak -

in the realm of award winning
shoes thrown at the
emperor of empty citadel.

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