it'll burn a hole right through this town.
and all the animals will feel it in their cages,
it'll mix with minerals;
minerals and back bones.
to go home, and reflect,
how they tore this building down
and you ask for more?
it'll pass a century of soil.
icarus will see it,
on his way up past the arrow,
then i'll say
that i understand now,
it is a colour;
these are the people
that i group together.
you pre-curse the letters,
and the postcards that you sent,
well my eyes are open.
sliding your tongue
across the paper
produces effects;
that resemble weather
then produces weapons,
in the postcards that you sent.
dig a trench with those megaphones,
megaphones and pirates.
everything will change,
when you pull this boat
ashore!
well i need more from you.
some are snakes;
some are poisonous.
you've given up life?
well i give up mine.
from wheels to motors.
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