This is where the unbelievable
Is ordinary
I crawled right inside
Made 418 branches
Out of 3 lines
Saw the lights in the sky
And left
But it was all the smoke
That chocked me up
Travelling inside cemeteries
Without a light
Speak the word of the "sun"
Without fear
The frowns and fears melt like ice
In a crowded chamber
I talk to myself when you are
Looking
I take words and dissect them
Into numbers
You lose something with the thought
But gain trillions with
Slaughter house comedy
The foul fowl swoops
Down on the robotic river
I own something that left me
And returned once again
The thrill of addiction
Is lost down in hurricane country
Who cares when you have
To plant mines for a dollar?
Will you be reading "the book"
While drinking up the
Salt water?
Searching for words that
I haven't found
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