Stick my head from our dimensions,
weed through concrete of the real.
Become the howl after leaving coyote,
in language squared or maybe cubed.
Brain of mostly mystery, cycling through
a raincloud of unyielding clues. Scribble
over the lines of our lives if I have to!
Every step to power (till windowshatter),
what I say unbound by molecule, matter.
First, I learn why ghosts are never heard
chanting their own names.
First, I learn why ghosts are never heard
chanting their own names.
Second, I find the reset button to default.
Third, power is again the worm in the air.
Fourth, the sun rises once, now and forever.
Fifth, Sixth, Seventh...All that was missing!
Fifth, Sixth, Seventh...All that was missing!
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