Through the bleeding walls
You can see the new world rough in tents
Down the marble halls
The constellations of people too intense
They run in, they run out
Making ambulances howl
To the far side fear of the missing, missing hair
In the face with somnambulant haste
Tripping over the empty flesh that’s waiting here
Too far gone
Emotional wreck
Avalon
On the backside deck
Two more beers
And the dullness of summer
Getting smoked like a chimney uncovered
I hovered
Uncloud the sky
To Tent the archival humming
And soften your glare
Because the amethysts coming
I’m not young, i’m not old
I’m just sullenly cold in the yard
Stricken hard by the self-translating earth
To win out like the sleepers who shout
Like the animals dream of the coming winter air
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