In the ruins of World-Dome Six
The clockwork man hums, blurs, and clicks
One by one snuffing the wicks
Of the trillion candles of World-Dome Six
In the ruins of Procylex Port
The Plasma Jack holds formal court
Accusing of crimes (the lurid sort)
Cold Plasma Jill of Porcylex Port.
In the ruins of the Library Dome
There’s only one unaltered tome
Find it quickly, and take it home;
Don’t spend too much time in the Library Dome.
In the ruins of your mind
(Digging deep, through the rind.)
Sometimes you’re right, sometimes you’re blind
In the ruins of your mind.
In the ruins, deep within
Truth has very tender skin
Cut a hole—let blood rush in
Crawl quickly now! Go in, go in!
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“It’s a little-known fact, but Unicorns are something like 20% paint, and their horns are stolen exclusively from endangered species.”
― There and Never, Ever Back Again
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