( moon )
                                < mountains >                                           
                       [seas]
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We     (?)

We come together
                  (Soft !  Beware)

We tred upon the evolution

We move thru bold infinities

Of irrationalities

( & fears )

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The magic lantern shudders in winds of sheer oblivion

( we are not heroes )

We

We are strangers to a sense of purpose

We have lived centuries devoid of meaning

We have know each other briefly

( if at all )

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Fly !

Like pretty birds !

We would not die here

( we know we may )

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We walk thru streets where negroes were lynched

( seems like yesterday )

( seems like tomorrow )

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We walk thru fields where the witches were burnt for
The profit of child abusing popes and priests

We stand in the filth of American greed

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We are

Only children       (?)
NOT children      (?)

I don't know nor care cause I can't tell anymore

••

Fly fly fly !

Like the pretty birds !

Like the winds !

Fly or die
( who knows ? )

Who can tell

If we're flyin ?

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Moon over mountains over seas

The school yard trembles

The children flee

They can follow us home if they dare

Walk under the pretty birds in the saint - like Air

Walk with death without fear