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The Copper knight’s calling Whipping against the decks below The voices wave in droves against Against my hope, they assail Against my peace the raging torrent falls Breaking upon the prow, upon the dreams The vessel of my despair onto which I hold The wheel firm to the place of colour To the place beyond the deep blue gravity Towards the stairs of metallic rainbows Shimmering towards the heaven only few, few shall ever know. The continuity of miscommunication
Brake sharply Retreat another time before Reset the commitment Repeal the suggestion Recurring nightmare of communication That I am misunderstood Misknown, misloved, mysteriously alone An embrace of loniliness It's neither hot nor cold It neither itches or scratches It is not heavy and yet weighs The constant drum of my illusion That I am and am of humanity born A butterfly in a field of caterpillars Why do you scorn us? I do not scorn you Why do you fly so high? Because the sky is my liberty Why not cast your lot with us? But we are of the same being No, you are not us. I am but free of my past NO, land upon us The land does not hold me Embrace us No, I must fly Free us! You are free already Give us wings But they are within you Tear your wings so we may fly Do I land to be consumed? Chatbox of the keyboard brain Be not of the clock Be not of the mind or of the time Be not the way you feel Be not all that can be of words to make And fanst hand forth your turn gurt Her then his if derty high You kingly hound forth Drive gruff and grit Cannon hoften calls decide fear In if hi kill Op no In either your Free Beyond form Life Limits and patterns flow.
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