There is a D-Notice on this poem;
a surveillance dirge we can only un-sing,
a conspiracy of noise, atonal, un-pop.
I picture you ranting alone, un-dancing
in a place beyond good and evil.
a surveillance dirge we can only un-sing,
a conspiracy of noise, atonal, un-pop.
I picture you ranting alone, un-dancing
in a place beyond good and evil.
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