Striped Blue And Red

February 16, 2011
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I saw the light 
20 years approaching 
Firefly crystal 
Borne fried nights

Wide awake 
Alive she cried 
American distance 
Dropped out, dead detuned

Blood plume to dust 
Nude, ill bound fragile 
A heart is bare, unready

American alleyway 
A street paved to gold 
Pool of tears 
Severed serpents bleed

In inevitable heat 
Burn baby burn 
Dance to a thousand 
Deaths, mystiques

Candle lit 
Wild child 
A soul of 
Weeping spirits

American dawn 
Name our endless pursuits 
Men of age 
Grime, and expression

A sun at bay 
Watch it 
Go for the day

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