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Seeds & Thieves
I know the feeling.It comes to me too,with all the sway and tilt of ships,jarred and anchor-less.You want the frame focused,you clutch the trembling lens,and hold your breathto find that nothing seems as it is.So we progress,if at a crawl,and the clocks, well they’re chiming on;mechanical laughter.You wrote a song that couldmake the orchids bloom.But what’s the point,when all you wanted was God to prove,that they are more than seeds,that we are more than thieves,and this acyclic birthis more than just chemistry?But we are metwith the hollow ringLetras de cancionesof that massive white noise sea.The static. The sinless.Counting machinesare choking downpendulum swings;ceaselessly asking,“How can we be so removed?”
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