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we find ourselves addressed in time
as magistrates and unbelievable
ornithopters, visionaries, postulates,
and emoticons.
the blocking moon won't speak with sun.
the challenge unstopping one.
the forage.
to cooperate together in a union of gravity
to bring about sounds and songs in time,
but the sun refuses to acknowledge it's power
over us.
magma strands opening up untold flaming solar cells holding us in.
an energy removed. that we gave away without regret.
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