This world of muffled heat
Of so many wild wild things we cannot afford to feel nostalgia for
Like mercury moving in us, liquid rising
Nothing stirs in this land beneath me
A lone road splits the back of capitalism’s graveyard
No futures here, folks
You can see where water once ran torrent veins
Cut canyons and opened hillsides
Like a sutre. You can see how the nothingness screams
Violent inside of men
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