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[seatouch]

such small spaces we fit inside
when so easily distracted
how easily we divide
attending to the wounds
rising from the inside
of a core which unites us
in the scream to survive
with the blind eyes of insight

drumming
my ears are bleeding
the sand invading the song
oil is rushing through my veins
as i buy cigarettes

to shield the details
of this light coloring the earth
our signs sending for rain

i am awake again
and i can hear our calls
up to a godless sky

just cry
listen to the voice
that cannot be turned down
with a nob

perceive the souls
on a one-way tunnel tunnel
for gazing

synthesized by a tv screen
your eyes see right through
their roars
for answers
to war
that come
quick as the rain falls

thoughtless on automatic
when did minipeople
become the people?

heroes and villains
innocents and witches
where have all the humans gone?

you can hear us
if we open up
every savage beast
turned away to now stand up
you're dreamy when you're angry

we will not be strangers
since we both are other
slaves to no one
we will look up to the sky
and stand like trees
yet cannot fly
and our prayers will simplify
to serve the grounds that hold us up

look down when they look up
somewhere
we will meet again
if only i were a fascist