The light breaches my ache to sleep
This lair
Of golden words
Big, Big, Bigger
I´ll hide your fleet
Of polish car dealers processed
In you sausage of protest
Drink, Drink, Drinking
We no longer run
Into the seas of cold water
But of supermarkets
It´s all comparison
It´s all a joke
A hole you cannot climb from
Los Vegas
Seeps into every view
Following the lines of disapointment
And to continue
By photograph
Watching the sun melt into the sea
It melts
It drips
This liquid kerosene
Running like vines
Up the sand
Up the coast
Come in to my forest
I´ll make you feel safe
I´ll make you feel close
The flies cry for enlightenment
While I’m free as a bee
You cannot swat the language loss
But you may eat the debree
Of paint peeling
In natures healing
Wont you take a photo of me
Walking in your shadow
Not waiting for tomorrow
I’ve sharpened a lifetime of lead
The beat slaying continues
Breaking spaces of contrast
Mundane rises into addition
Foreplay with citizens of dawn
Drilling their brain cells
Smashing light
Until the sun is dead
It’s a spill of urban poetry
A delinquent delight with purpose
Closing mastermind eyes
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Freaks of sensation
Writing codes
Transcendental explosiology
A passive marathon is literal
Painting over smoke stacks
Selling ideas in Tallinn
Riga accepts the sequence
Highlight assertion
Renegade bliss
All imaginative motion
Fly to me illusion
Hunt a replacement journey
Bon-apatite dear industry
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