Among the middle class affection
given to causless baseless reflection
the desert unfolds and that sight,
a vision of broken civilizations unfolds

I dream the big empty you hear my empty words
speaking shrieking in my empty throes

Feel for me real fake finding truth
on an empty tooth, paste bottle
in the suburban burdensome reflection

and I cry, or was it laugh
I fail to keep them straight
oh well you know
it's never ok
 
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