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Cluster Mumble
Upon a hazy cloud of strife
The greys and the blues come to be
Lazily they sway above us
Until they're translated by man
Into the foreign
Into the sad and the foul
The lightning faces outcast
The thunder is a nuisance
Rain drops force us indoors
And they pool into a brand new graveyard,
Sunlight is destined to flare
To burn us all alive
The warmth it provides
It's all trivial in its consequence
The green plants wither
All things still lean a bit lower
And all things mobile move a little slower,
Stone silver behemoth
With melted sand in your eyes
You were never really a friend
No real friend of mine
You're so stable and majestic
It'd be a joy to see you smile
Sad as it is, all you do is stand
And fall
With a hole in your side on your birthday,
My screen is a vision of me
Not so reflective but ever so descriptive
The complications fizzle
We're so simple
Our society's just so simply serene
Things get easy
We'll just sit a little longer
Things come to us
Eventually we'll have fins
And we'll eventually lose those as well
Intricate things don't fascinate us anymore,
Poetry was a market
A log, a scandal and a spoken word
Professionals were called forth
Taken for hire by the mile and by the mile
Kings and Queens to Dukes and Lords
My lady, may I partake?
We'll observe and place things in artsy code
Generations will struggle
Never to figure it out
Classical literature
On the back of a napkin it lays
Without the slighest hint of effort
Or expression
Just there to justify some sense of self.
