Run for cover under cover of changing skies
Creeping gray and spots of light.
These clouds connect to other concrete
That still hasn't moved though feet
Have stepped over many ages and many places
And have seen no man greater than the sea.
My heart's in the middle where it long left it's seed.
The daily race to beat out the best of the day
Pumps blood through the veins of this
Wondering organ so colorfully plain.
Start pissing and spitting,
Draining and filling,
So weak men finally have something to fear.
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