Synapses fire with a war-for-cheap chatter,
that self-same discharge that plasma chars air to vacuum.
and those fires keep rising,
and them flood waters are rising,
but you, you’re ether bound, and damn if that sound don’t just
R E SOUND.
‘course, me, I’ve got these toes dug to earth,
fillin’ the bits of me with the grit of me,
ain’t for the martyr rush of it,
ain’t cowboy hats ‘n findin’ yourself ridin’ destruction down to earth.
I just find it hard to breathe in the ether,
ain’t thick enough for my blood.
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