

new objectivism the ghost lights of the city in fognew objectivism by ~rerahrIch
lumiscent in their eternities, by design inevitably
flawed to burn out or down.
and just like real people, these lanterns
are not singular or devoid of the influence of others
they are connected by electricity and
kin to eccentricity in the eyes
of the fleeing sedan.
everyone can fly.
so do we leap from the buildings in all the cities
in all the countries in all the sky?
we tiptoe carefully around the powerlines
the ties that bind and trap our hands
into the palms of our ilk.
and we think we can just sever that?
where do i get off?
i was so sick, so sick...
and you just seemed like
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percussively yers,
[re]
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percussively yers,
[re]