He who sees without eyes,
he who’s earth and yet flies,
he who lives and yet dies,
who is he?
He who speaks without thought,
he whose theft is uncaught,
he who’s desperately sought,
who is he?
When the dreamtime comes to pass
we will be but one at last
Scream! At the piles of rust!
Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!
Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!
it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained
and it rained
and it rained.
and i felt the water welling up inside of me
and i screamed in agony
and all of the water came rushing out and flooded the world
What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,
thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?
Creases in our folds become smoothed out,
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