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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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the dream
of Babylon
a good brekkie
a clean up
a walk
maybe a poem
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