Dust to dust
sperm to worm
pull up from the sludge
and cry out spit
out the rage suck up
the fear lock yourself
in and drive drive drive quiet
the nervous cables circuitries
spinal cord and fingers
drool for the bell
that rings on and on
any given day
it's just that take
what you can and strike back
all the spacious smog and stucco skies
cant belie the truth in her eyes
gone are the dusty gods of duck
and cover drills stardust
that makes the hand that pulls
the precious bones from the sand jump
from the rock into the cool waters
and she shines
she shines gone
are the dusty gods of echo cathedrals.
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