In pigpen water driven from the forest by hooves and small hooves and seeds that sprout

the river rush through me I float tumble into dark

wake from nothing wet

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As rare earth metal in air and carbon from the arse-end of a bus I drink heavy diesel

like a good cocktail it succumbs blacks my lungs

I return again more
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I dream sandpaper floors in heavy grit I walk coals smouldering like challenges

but all the buildings continue to lie subdue straightjacket rules

marble brings amnesia polished concrete apathy
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Take off my shoes laces hold me in death's embrace I know there's no time

soon it will be smooth perfect welcome I'll hate it while I love it

it will never love me back