My green silken river and two lights
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I could almost touch the free walls
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When we were evicted from the heavens,
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Fast clouded-over bumbling eyes
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Now peering out through a sinking
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Cosmic smile, reversed completely
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Flaming currents forced us to surface,
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Wet purple gowns and blaring alarms
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All for some milky perversion,
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Nothing the spooks wouldn't be used to
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Spoiled by an empty fear of violence,
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The only time I've ever been dropped
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The minute the mirror turned its back to me
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My distinct conviction of keeping
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Eternal sources piled somewhere familiar
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Was compromised and tangled in knots
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For all I know we were sleeping,
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Arranged like Fate's vain infantry,
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Stacked in unconscious opposition,
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Blind and happy for tomorrow.
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Astro-Mancy
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