P A R A

Lights pop

Fragile, grey

We lit, now we sway

The heat of this day
The warmth in a plastic box
Oh how I yearn for such
radiated love to soothe me!

Queues weave

Eyes are dancing

We sit, now we sway

Looming reams that make me whole again
I stack and dribble with the variation
Fuck this place is my dream!
I am to lick every inch, when my turn comes.

Metal shudders

Mirages form

Perpetual noise

Heavy eyes seek lore that is ne’er writ
The masses cannot be wrong so I am another.
Blind me my sweet mother
and make me sweat until the end of all!

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