it is not significance we fight for in these games
position simple pecking order who's got hold of the reins
the illusion on this train is that any reins remain
the lie is that anyone can order maintain or direction regain and
the only fact is the train cars are bounded and buckling with the strain
at this speed tools evaporate and disintegrate to light
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the rails and the sleepers radiate to plasma emulsify
at this rate we're never getting anywhere
Friday, April 16, 2021
aimless
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