3.i.21
369
2.3
every secret
has
a surface
comes
bubble up
you’ll
see
in
further sleep
you
find the words
a
city hidden
find
your own way in
can
brush hair teeth
adjust
yourself
in
a secret
and
sink
in
a stolen country
call
mine
sly…
who
was tricked?
worlds
dreamt
read
from the walls
shoes
not telling
whose
the mile
where
a
ragged lust
and
chance it
back
grey of the weather
is
thick of a secret
up
on
dinosaur
fearlessness
of
wings
and
perch
a
word
in
a word
with
you
not
telling
see
out of the windows
of
a lie
who’d
ever guess?
we
go to war
in
a song of course
a
secret who we are
you
find your own way in
my first invention for the year is
WHIMSYTRIX
ARTFACE
not
THE AUSTRALIA BOOK
but
WORLD BREATH
perhaps
ARTLOOK
(for everyone making and playing)
maybe
MAKE-PLACE
… let’s believe on…
will it have
a flag and language?
MARK WELL
(a moral to the story)
maybe
PLAY-NET
(no dough)
a safe place to catch things
breathe
free
on
DREAMWAYS
(too
much like an airline)
have
to decarbonize
get
under the juggernaut
check
the oil
upstairs for the panels
adjust
and shall we brave the world
try
WORLDMAKE
and the point however
(thesis 11 riff was)
o!
when
will we be free of this behemoth of cruel capital?
too
long at bot-whim we have been
and
under the cruel yoke
how
are they not DALEK NAZIS?
kaching
kaching EXTERMINATE!
too
much
dare
not
where
we sing
time
to…
(but
I must not say)
I
claim all copyrights here
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