Apr 4
~
Dweller on the threshold
It's now coming back
Earth moon transit
Losing contact
Heading for the door
Fuzz and timbre
Surrender in my hand
A final act of war
My last words travel far
Closer to the speed of sound
No time to bury
Mixed flags in the ground
The phantom facing me
Is no recovery
There are a thousand of me
And each one is disappointed
~
Dweller on the threshold
It's now coming back
Earth moon transit
Losing contact
Heading for the door
Fuzz and timbre
Surrender in my hand
A final act of war
My last words travel far
Closer to the speed of sound
No time to bury
Mixed flags in the ground
The phantom facing me
Is no recovery
There are a thousand of me
And each one is disappointed
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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