tin rush :: ba

Life! Life?
You’re sure? You’re sure!

People! People?
Humanity? Humanity!
Do I wander pounded streets
expect to find some happy yang
when political myopics race to rape?

Absolute? Absolute!
Sod.
Sod the safe, the faerie snow.

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