Walking through the romanesque columns of dirty marble
the floor pounds the echoing beats of the faulty heel
the arched domed ceiling seems to ever so slightly rise...
the sun shines and bleeds like paint on flimsy paper
the bloody paint cascades through the tall gaunt windows of glass
it covers the floor in a messy pool of wasted elements
and now they approach, the epitome of animal
the paragon of all beasts
the intellectual of all the breathing, crawling, gnashing organisms
the single brain of nerves and tissue of perfect gold and silk
soul of the richest cumin, saffron spices.
the Vitruvian enters
-Pamplemousse
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