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 his
is where we all came in blue and white paint from when Everyman
sees color nightmares are right here warehouses and piers electric energy
floods inorganic molds subways faster and faster, glass steel girder Pan
God
of Panic whips screaming
concrete, faces look up at the torn sky and burn with madness.
TRACK
the planet is pulling bucking cars and trucks careening into space faster
and faster into the
Void
spinning walks and streets flash by like subway stations in a reek of ozone. |
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