every world is a sea,
every screw is a nail,
every bird is a bee...
every letter is written,
every number escapes,
every wood is a toothpick,
every spot is a place....
every color is blue,
every day is a night,
every weapon is warm,
every muscle is tight...
every feeling is dead,
all the dead are alive,
and temptations are solid
when the shadows can drive...
and the earth is held up
by two axis of eyes
and it bleeds from our noses
and turns, as we try
and our songs and our rules
and our judgements and tastes-
welll the truth is the light, but the saying's a waste-
it all moves,
the sun flame
lights on life as ironic,
and the world as a game
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