Who can be asleepAs the gods groan
And the hidden
Face of us forms its moan?
Flying nails and snot
Scab of sisters on the sand
Heated meat some hair
And one hand.
I'm belching cars
And hiding light
From primitive stars
Media planets of cream of screams
Radio beings
Scratched the ears
Of the moon as they passed
It must have been us
Wavelength hells
Flame actors and the
Distorted eletromagnetic cast
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