And well I said photograph
Sitting in the bare sunlight
No filters for the firefighters
I wonder what everyone thinks
Push for freedom
Relying on others
Healthy oats
What do people see?
Cracks on the surface?
A movement of entropy?
It felt to me like a best friend
Otherwise nearer than far
Plywood planes float in the thermals
And learning stretches its legs in blades of grass
There is nowhere
Nobody ultimately goes inside
And far from the coliseum
Compromise and coercion
Everything eventually fades further
Everything falls apart
Beyond this God is the only hope
And God isn’t around.
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