An architect of empty lots loves gum specked sidewalk polka dots

And asphalt too, in slo-mo waves, unbreakable and delicate

White cube

What is this?

The future holds the past revised in simple code for builders eyes

And from a cliff the rebar ties itself into an oxide tide

White cube

What is this?

The skyscrapers are howling mines vacantly whistling at night

In subharmonic pitch devise a plan to outlast human kind

White cube