language's lunatic agitation perpetual as the sea
water moving words treadmilling free-fall fast
at the same time silence stillness no time passes
until restless thought twitchy limbs impatience
call me when you get this and we'll talk about
getting back together once all this is behind us
we have all moved on the present is like this no
church or state to tell us the right thing to do now
we ourselves we know are capable of coherence
if only we are actually here we can go anywhere
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