and i look at the sun
its like its Everything
untouchable and riding
these machined cement lands
quiet yellow circle
huge unignorable
on a blue throne scratched by planes
not from around here . . .
and
attended by painted clouds
and i wonder
that we
pick at each others sores
press on each others buttons
build the mood for Everyones Endtimes
in clear sight
of
it
our yellow Everything
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