Burnished green,
Coloured crimson,
Reminiscent of the city of Dis.

Rising from churning seas
Of the onyx grin!
Carrying clandestine echoes of a civilisation within.
Dismantled— reassembled—
Delivering concrete messages to a futuristic kin—
Obscene!

Gaunt of the clergy,
Of the orchid,
Of a worship violation,
Conjuring apparitions of violent steam!
The blue and the teal, they kneel, unseen,
Receiving concrete messages from a cardinal, unseen.

Sun bearing down upon the straining, emerald trees!—
Many eyes and many limbs reach skywards,
Towards temple steam.

Of this:
Inside there are many and the many lie within!
Inside this mosaic shrine,
The many chant and the many sing!