Green Inside The Black Hole
Into the belly of the best
Pipe dreams of another flight
Imbedded into the sleeves
Stitched in silence
The webs are weaved in darkness
Paths and pilots
Fixate the transport to the carnival
Again the silence creeps over eyes
Shells the disaster on the tip of the tongue
Green thoughts dashed into blue and black
Dashes of yellow lines
Swallows us all whole
Forgetting the wrap that they took for us to forget
Clinched teeth tight held veins tight
Secure shadows falling into insanity
Incredible but not inevitable
It shook the world with a daunting sound
Tranquil and numb keeping a whole society under thumb
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