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So let the liquor unearth
On a bruised plane I speak easy
Of all the things
Of how we chase
From eroding place
To eroding place
Fighting what takes over the Holy Earth
Conforming unorganically in an unholy bind
Dimensional words driven to extinction
Silenced by the robots of time
Take technology out of poetry
Take machinery out of words
But too late
Your eyes are day leaving
In your eyes a sad red setting
Like a sunset we recall
Like the last real thing,
Our largest pain to face
(Our largest face to paint)