I was covering the revolving world
In paper-mache death certificates
Filling the sphere with all the blood
And moons I could find.
A few tears and
Some strange music
At midnight
For the glowing ones
For the lonely ones
And you?
With your
American spirit?
Lift me up
‘Til I can’t talk.
My words becoming useless,
Like the hills against
The waves, dear…
It’s a brave new world
And no one knows nothing
About you.
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