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Writer's pictureShane Gannaway

10/6/2023

the city is on its head. imagine,

buildings that scrape the sky,

three miles high, on some monster


of metal, meandering across a dense

globe, massive, thick, lost in space

and time. pacing over the land, while


inhabitants above the sands live

lives unaware of what’s below. you’ll

never know why you cannot leave


if you’re there. and one cannot safely

land or arrive. the city is on its head.

it swats any ship it sees passing by.


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