Barbican
His sister is always busy got to keep to time time is the law tick tock. His sister has no plants inorganic sleek smooth, straight, safe she used to carry the stream things like he did zip zap they are flies, filthy flies zap zip every night, waiting on every street corner.
Architects made them twins one fell out of glamour out of order out of use fingers no longer roll over his torso seek his waist rain disfigures him peels off the skin disintegrate, degenerate, deteriorate yet he is found by me he is more than his sister.
I love him.
