drawn
in raw sound
by proclamations
sand through a funnel
each grain, a prediction
representing a possibility
a different order
broaden these streets
simplify your needs
you saints, discrete
inveterate thieves
you deal in love
unreasonable belief
both magic and science
your revolution’s creed
Thursday, June 30, 2016
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