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Hopeless Wanderer

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I am drunk with this passage of time
My epiphenic moment of clarity
Always sweeping away, always blurring

I hear the endless exchange of my contemporaries
They explain and exclaim
F*** you, f*** that, and f*** me

This repeating, thunderous vibration
Traded through a glorious orgy of wire
Which I own, which you own, which grows

Yes, and here I am
Gallivanting through the halls of inherited invention
Pondering my genitals in the mirror




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