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And while the world was wasting away

I came to you with things to say

I exclaimed dignity while you tried to assuage

When the world started breaking it was hard to defame

Truths of love, love of fools, ambassadors with foreign tools

Elementary mystic reality

trivial iconic complexity

all while the mechinism turns

unbeknownst underheard

our skies, when did they turn mottled?

our truth, when did it come bottled?