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the ability play
is strung between the stars
I thought I saw you holding them
up, the moon is for dinner
What does it take to be one of the accepted?
this is the overwhelming question we ask
A taxi will drive us away
it will be a circle of wheels in the sky
Why, when you get so paranoid
you can't drink your tea
that was hours ago
the walls are cold and firm
you must look beyond them
and hold a court of castrated souls
the dismal twine of the divine
a city in aspic
too many shadows
and none of them a paradise lost
a man in blue cashmere
a Hopi wine song
the black vein in flight