Black towers take on infinite sky
Under them is a city of graphene
Engineered by prophets
Build by robots

Angel Q-36 flies over if
Her human name is Justyna
She wants to disappear in the crowd but can't
Because she is the only one with a spark of life

This city will stand from the knees one day
Will cease to be a blob of words
It will stand and go far
Will engage with culture
And then it will go out like a candle that's its fatw