Futures tricked by crook and fake.


Will your habit save the universe?
— a giant broken pyramid, up the fire!
No surprises, no more lies.

What you really wanted you can scream;
your alarm dream finally fuckin stuffed it.
Not here weird sprawling, no point…

I wish that something would let you feel it:
the good morning — great blue and blank sunshine.
Futures tricked by crook and fake.

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