they turned up like goats, the immaculate fools
of the conquest, blusters of sunlit reunions
into the wilds of the lost they went screaming
pieces of this are missing, boats on a shoreline
the dusk in my eyes is forsaken, drowned
first on the shit list and last to get paid
indifference means distance, time
treasure hunt, fire up and get on with it
sounds through the broken message player
predictable change, chaos, comparative blocs
the sounds are all organized noise, life
barriers of tactile demolishment, standing
up on a hill in the middle of nowhere
someday memory's future again
tossing fishing line at the abyss, hole
missing the end, the beginning, physical
places of misrepresent, hope, the empires
frontiers of everyday nowhere land
where sunlit skies are casting shadows
imperative subtraction, additional divides
somehow regarding the evolution and empire
milking the facts until they become true
eyes afire standing in a glassy row
laughing at imaginary noise, electrical sins
the people are bored and they want to go home
such a message in the wind of fire
take your timing self away somewhere
the business is no longer here
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