Jotun

I often dream of huge numb buildings jet-black sinister architecture being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden that few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one imaginating it's weight it's silence and the absence of excuses for a havoced life and the priviledge of a 22-kilometers tombstone Jotun A body of black that carried no reflection defying it's own room un-earthly egg of decreation There would be colonies mushroom-scattered forever out of content rising spores from a dying world to pollute and chase away what's left Sun-white pulverised desert stone and serpentine lizard mouths Pales away the pyramids rewriting 4500 years of history raping the statue of liberty outplays the acropolis inverting the fjords invades the ... skyline to dream its own existence in one single final word Jotun Can we identify them as the flint buried in our reptile skulls or the time-bomb coded in our dna