Upwards from the skillsaw's clenched expression
A sky with a lumpy demeanor lingers long
So strap on your space pack,
We'll go for a ride
This time it's nothing
But next year is waiting
What hangs in the balance of obscurity
As the knots scrape feelings together
Are gutless treasures awaiting blood
So dream of the present and forget the future
This seems to be real
Trash your headset and lose the cap
Examine twice and click the shutter
What lies in wait amidst all the clutter?
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