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Pushing this change to cycle the earth.
I don't need your beauty or your love.
I'll shield myself from the skies above.
To bury my disease under the rain.
Rooftops glisten in sparkling heaves:
A downpour that whispers the leaves.
After the drought I've had to survive.
Basking in thunder's angry heartbeat,
I take the pain in my fist, and delete.
As the storm ends, the cycle departs.
High above the wind's call, so shrill;
Never again will I bend to its will.
My heart retires now; it's just fine.
I'll stand my ground when you return.
Lightning left this fire behind to burn.
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wires course through hallway forests,
their tongues lapping at cieling lights.
finding meaning in quiet little launches,
taking refuge up there in silver clouds.
fires brew under your feet. keep going.
carpets hiss with anticipation. smiling
as you step to conveyer belt after belt after...
across the world - it's a map to the end.
beginning of death of past's future's soul.
i don't exist. change is murder. keep going.
inhale; feel. there's nothing here for you.
shave the thought with plastic forks again.
onward past big metal doors - like gates
into a future. shoved into a big metal bird.
ice cold air - the last you'll feel. keep going.
embark on adventures high above us.
leave me behind and see me stow away
in your suitcase - under your fingernails
where there's no air for me to choke on.