… Her, controlling lights Inevitable, of course Light pour new pen source
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… Is love, voices, roads Everything on the stage, riled No distance, no count
Take security Doors and rooms sound frightening Camera mic spill
No one explaining And I can’t translate the clouds Lace caged, structure no pictures
A parallel found What to do with it, no clue Bad at math, scratch out
But I ignore them They roll their eyes at my pen My ink echoes, turn
No idea where They are Do they see the tracks careless, loving night
I lost count, I think 15 or so, moving slow Tired, sluggish slug
Different beach, cars light Neighborhoods listening, gust Gate golden, half moon
Get it out quick, fire No need to think or make sense Delusion glimmer