High in the architecture
Something’s moving
Unrecognisable spirit
Dislocated

It's the wrong climate 
No humidity 
Humming humidity

Its fate belongs to another time 
Another place

Projections on fallen masonry 
Ghosts of a once pagan place 
Standing empty 
I stand empty

Dead echoes don’t come back 
His stopped cut out 
Fuck you

Nothing ever happens 
Unbelieving no one’s receiving 
A vessel filled 
Held and spilled 
Nothing

A trace from another time 
Another place

It’s simple 
You don’t exist 
You can’t possess me 
You lose on a technicality

High in the architecture 
Something’s moving

Nothing