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Obnoxious noises scratch and claw at the pavement,
Searching for the last morsel of nutrients.
Tweets bounce off the walls like… well, like misguided birds.
Riotpolluteragepoliticizerebelpray;
A cacophony of sound that’s not all too pleasant on the ears or the palette.
It swirls and eddies like wistful mist,
Clouding any reflections we might hope to see.
A drum beats, but it’s so far out of time
That I think the drummer has become incoherent in the interludes.
All it does is add to the droning, drowning dozens who are dying without a brief glimpse
Beyond the mist
Beyond the heaviness
Beyond the noise.
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And then…
A sigh (aaaaahhhhhhhh)
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The great eye in the sky takes a BIG ASS step back,
Recognizes things have gone off track
Puts in a work order, picks up the slack
It remembers its power; it’s always had a knack.
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