Look into the largest largeness
beyond the brutalist choir
booming out stark music,
which fails to rebound
from echoless doom.
In the expanse
little transpires. Fuschia fumes
and parlour tricks,
which rarely are magical.
Look too long into the largeness,
turn it off and on again,
turn it off and on again.
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