How is it to rid thyself
Of attendement?
As time races by the fluorescent noon
Imagine we are just roses in the umbrage
Just curettes scraping the fog
From out our hallucinogens of minds
Imagine we are razor white partners
Embittered reiterations
Things are not what they are
We are not what we are
As we are mordents
Long in exchange
Of symphytic (fastings/
Hastings) made ply
We the violence rearrange
We the peace may descry
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