Polyglot Poem — English and Spanish — Towers fell and up flew
metaphors, lamentations. A drone, Herzog ersatz, shot the collapse.
No more blue pulsar impressions. The staff chilled Hope in their icebox
(The most desired reply). Instruments probed cold, vast, void;
Crashed and carved unknown pleasures. We missed the cosmic bus,
Delayed by stale supremacies;
Old…
