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The light illuminates the darkness,
So black the soul of man,
Yet, so pure the countenance,
Of what we are told is beauty.
The truth lurks beneath the surface.
Beneath the aesthetic and prosthetic.
Mendacious smiles and manufactured beauty,
Paying for fractured sewage pipe views.
Sunlight glimmers off the water,
Yearning to penetrate the impermeable veneer.
The radiant harbour in all its glory.
The life-blood of our fair city.
Underneath lies a squalid cesspool:
Pernicious poisons,
Industrial and human.
Caviar laced with arsenic.
The insidious smiles in an oil-slick reflection,
Beckon me to join them.
It makes for a beautiful photo,
And the camera never lies.
The lightning returns me from my reverie,
Drawn back to a sterilized world.
Back to a neon habitat,
Of artificial happiness.
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