Dear Empire, I am confused each time I wake inside you. You invent addictions. Are you a high-end graveyard or a child? I see your children dragging their brains along. Why not a god who loves water and dancing instead of mirrors that recite your pretty features only? You wear a different face to each atrocity. You are un-unified and tangled. Are you just gluttony? Are you civilization’s slow grenade? I am confused each time I’m swallowed by your doors.