June 10, 2017 12:00 am Published by Leave your thoughts

My mountain your matchbox

My endless roads your cul-de-sacs

My towers your underground

My many deaths your downward glance

My flames reaching your only sparks

My armies of devils your brothers sisters

My endless sky your eyelids

My device your devices

My electronic lecterns your inner voices

My gifts of gold your black mines

My book of dreams your pages of lights

My bullet-proof idea your bullets

My fleets and fleets your handful of dirt

My earth your worlds beyond worlds

My ocean your tears

My symphony your escape of breath

My schools factories your book of dreams

My angels triumphant your broke rag dolls

My steel and glass banks your streets of dust

My value your values

My truths your truth

My rights your right

My god my god

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