We pass weird squat towns
tall and crowded into valleys
everything looks deserted,
post-arcadian industrial ruin.
Underneath it all a rural-ghost
farm, littered with old stone
monasteries thrust under
the factories.
dirty Paso dobles - accusing pastel
heads doting the hills
then suddenly coke and nets
pine after pine into advertising
stock and taller barrios,
sleek architectural arguments
made in concrete and red light
another gherkin.mosaic
now coliseum doric grandeur
vistas nobler, higher still
filled with wire awning breath
and Gaudi's heights
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