For the hydroelectic power plant and HVDC-back-to-back facility in Paraguay, see Acaray Power Plant
Acaray, also known as the Fortress of Acaray, is an archaeological site located in the Huaura River Valley on the near north coast of Peru (or the Norte Chico region). The impressive fortress is located on a series of three hilltops, each ringed with a number of perimeter defensive walls that have parapets and bastions, which stand as testaments to the military nature of the site. Radio carbon dating has established it was built about 900-200BC and abandoned 1000–1470AD. Surrounding the hilltop fortress are lower-lying areas of occupation and extensive cemeteries, which have been heavily looted.
Attention was called to the site early on by the German archaeologist Hans Horkheimer, who wrote about Acaray in 1962 in the Peruvian magazine, Caretas, published in Lima. Calling it the Fortaleza de Huaura (the Fortress of Huaura), he deemed Acaray to be a true fortress, unlike the more well-known neighboring site of Paramonga in the Pativilca River Valley, whose defensive nature has been questioned. Horkheimer noted the abundance of rolled river cobbles on the surface of the site, which were likely used as projectiles or slingstones.
assisted paradigm entrusted privately decays
behaving all controlled dependent look alike display
affection for defection when no refuge all the same
dependent never border one world order it away
create a way the mind will have to
find a way in guarding reason alibis
it seems a way defended reasons it seems a way
it seems a way alarming visions it seems a way
a begging man divine instructed shadow poverty
a deeply dirty hiding from too many eaten needs
protection with selection cover all not needing anything
resentment unrelenting change to self destructive means
it seems a way poor execution it seems a way
it seems a way each from a center
it seems a way
addicted horrified abducted outwardly betray
removing all below collective consciousness degrades
ascension from depression which cover chosen all the same
pretend it doesn't matter the world orders it away.
ask as if to find traces out of time back chews on itself a turn that
says it all.
inserting all the tools upon the broken talking dog
if fleeing dirty shadows off of drawings on the wall
a funded self of science from disorder and decay