1448
age of smoke 
cooked
world 
everything
is 
blessed
with 
reason
truth
&
fact
ready
for the fire 
it
comes back they say 
makes
its own weather 
scheming
and scheming 
pile
up the kindling cash 
where
there’s this ire 
such
blessings rain
remember
that
will
I be found among it?
riff
laugh
at the boiling frog 
leaves
tremble into flame 
here’s
the mirror 
hold
it up 
cremate
the creatures 
and
merrily still sing 
for
innocence the birds 
last
dinosaurs that flew 
this
far 
lift
veil of it – it’s you 
come
to this 
having
named the other ages
plastic
and religion 
in
fact eat all the others up 
a
cooked world after all 
we’re
blessed
we’re
the asteroid of the sixth 
everyone
under the weather gone 
in
smoke 
get
used to it 
make
these lungfuls mine
whiff
of eternity it is 
a
tether end of 
stretch
necks towards 
this
fate we make 
we
and we 
and
all the way home
what
a squeal 
long
pig’s tasty 
cook
the moon and cook the sun 
with
reason 
truth
&
fact
here’s
the mirror 
hold
it up 
beautiful
object 
we
are 
 
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