and send him into heaven falling
evermore banished till midnights age
is crawling
blue oculus
phychiatric rite
from which we brought the arcons back to life
through careful consent
and mingling pythons grip
oh the sunlight calling
old horace to rise again
a new sun emblazened
and ripped open the sky
and those of us that saw the towers
werent stolen
but allowed to go on high
and lead captivity captive…
and old Kubla Khan, allowed to fall in love again..
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