knock down the airwaves & start screaming w/
your ripened voice under lost bridges,
forgotten & faded w/ their signatures
on concrete always the same & down the road,
always the same..
I've seen the cost of the loss of the crossing
of benign highways eleven ways to freedom
where that freedom is a never ending
series of intermittent yellow lines..
you've begged for peace in such an anti-calm world:
but the war machine won't listen..
please break out of this glass jar, it's not reality -
it's only reality because they tell you it's real..
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