The birds were awake
before Manhattan.
Tesla was tinkering
with something revolutionary
and dawn had said
goodnight to Twain.
Nobody attempted
the dark blue
then
the stumbling
on the repetition.
We’ve allotted enough
out of the sliver
of molded blinds
and we’re all paranoid
when we get too close.
United we stand
untied we fall
and ashes to never rise.
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