The focus is not here
and neither in the boundary;
where I think nations glorify
sanctions upon souls,
pushed and scorched,
as bone dry as empty skulls while living,
They can barely wish for a lightening to crack their individuality wide open,
paying pain with life…
Sod it!
I am building a dawn
and I won’t settle down
for nothing less than the annihilation of all unions
other than love.
Hidden and wandering
in the beauty that will pass,
that’s music and I am vagrant because of it.
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