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I work in the clouds
Building a world out of hype
I could be a beekeeper
A prison guard
Reverse pop idol
Extinguishers, all

Hackers ferry contemporaries
Around the diseased city
Merchants of transference
Polymorphing
Paths and angles
Pieces of eight

They could be brutal war fantasies
White noise translations of the snow
Cathedral nights in the deli
Ghost recordings from an opera house
Each with its own price tag

All the pretty girls
Thick with mascara
Go to plasticity
Drink chloroform
100 aspects of subterranea
So long as they come home
With a credit problem

Money devotion
It's what transferred us
Into numbered silhouettes
Slavishly pouring our blood into the sea
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Inside I am a
raging inferno

no one sees it

I fool them with
My undercover
Breath

I could be satiated by
this raining madness

Remember me

the woman who
speaks in
fragments of
the moon

showing mercy
with the tongue of
ancient reeds

Water meeting fire
in my throat

They'd rather we hide
our magic
underneath the stones
thrown at us
to keep us quiet and
away from our power

But we are
everywhere

In the fire you burnt us
to be reborn again
from the soot

In the air you suffocated us
to wax and wane again
with the breath of the moon
within us

In the water you drowned us
to birth bolder
lungs to cradle us again
with her blood

In the earth you buried us to
grow again like seeds from its
precious womb