The piston discharged sparks
Lightning bolts filled the cantina
Ocean left to find quiet
Den of ospreys caught the fire
Their mouths left scorched
Meteor detritus on the horizon
The southern hemisphere ablaze
Shadowed submarine aberrations
Drenched trees in napalm
Kissed breeze with chloroform
Talk now to the horses
They are your only friends
Gravel in sidewalks messed
Covering up gravestones of marble
Fox tails whisper lazy secrets
Like electrically transmitted signals
Banded patterns of green foliage
Snowflake designed again
Through the portal of blind sin
Weapon of mass insurrection
Unfolded drying eyes above
Panorama of hysteria seen
Etched in witchgrass
On some young river
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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