What else remains when
In awe of it all
On the streets of a golden city,
All you find you can do
Is sputter inanities?
The egg keeps dripping.
Will the last drops ever leave
Your face,
After you smashed it
In so cavalier a manner?
The city falls to ruins
As its structure becomes awkward,
Leaving you to wander the wastes.
Will you be surprised the next time
You shatter paradise?
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