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all
falls down 
for
Welcome to the Temple of Mammon 
this could so easily all not be 
it's as with any of us here 
but something of scale impresses the fact 
glitter in the smoglight 
tea for my waking 
as if a giant painted nails 
now all of this could fall 
the burst of gunfire imagines us 
but we are only clone 
safe in our make believe for now 
neglect the ruins as they stand
so much cement and glass here 
credulity's the key
this could so easily flame up, burn
like a spire 
like a cross lit 
if news chimes in from elsewhere
this just slows down the game 
the gorgeous towers 
could all so easily sink below 
be plucked away 
all lifted up
then guess which act of God
and always a higher number
you won't see wheels of juggernaut 
won't see the wheels come off 
but blink, it goes 
I sing this here
am of the heavenly choir 
so yoga slowly 
never slow enough for this town 
how blank of mind you'd have to be 
to see forever in the stars
to gamble on this now 
I walk away
won't you? 
 
but then you walk back in, and in a turn, you never left
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ReplyDeletewake up from
the dream
of Babylon
a good brekkie
a clean up
a walk
maybe a poem
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