Every culture in its cap,
backs set to the sky
Dug out like an eclipse
curved to the invisible eye
Exhalted pyramid and dome,
we are between the squares
Tied by lines
we move on maps
Each lazy ass can find
an ass to break
Pass the sick-
ness with a kiss
Abandoned shoe mountains
and bone artillery.
The old cold-hearted familiar you --
No one likes what they're selling.
How can we look so different
with a color wheel and light and space?
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