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Aug 2012
“let sleeping dogs lie,”
i said
as the ground turned sideways
topsy turvy
we made gravity our enemy

in our witless haste
drug driven day crusades
we became empty giants
standing on man’s shoulders
hoping to hold the sun

“dream your waking daylight,”
you said
as the sky shook itself
upside down
we made time our enemy

in your desperate rush
forgotten frail figureheads
i became fickle Midas
falling with the rising
daring to gild the moon

“our pretty eyes are lies”
we said
as the world fell apart
fault lines
we made entropy our enemy
Symon Bernstein
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Symon Bernstein
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