These mad wheels turn like rainbows
I am older than the rain
Older than the grand sun
Young like Billie Holiday crying
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Drizzle like a 1984 vampire
in the ground Sid Vicious creeks
do you loath the conscience?
do you feel the Grand Inquisitor?
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Beauty of the world like a ray of sun
Like a glance of the stars
We own nothing
We see the reds and yellow
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Pink rocks along the dry river
currents of the fiasco father
some hatred looks like ionized blue
they wanted a shill of the collective
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Animal tanks wrestle the burnt flesh
the bear eats
rest my little elves like quiet flowers
soon everyone will feel the pain
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Limestone poet with sands of magic
in the dust the serpent stars
they fall like gold
Orange sun starves the lush grapes
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Tree of life in the auburn sun
She smiles like bluebills in summer
Along the laughing streams we grow
Love from the prayerful shadows
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Upon the briers of LA
Little girl with golden hair
Cries
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Who sold your heart?
Was it the wind dressed like Paris
The bogs of London in halls of beryl
Prince once bright now trembles
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