"So nevermind,... Someday they will build
monuments for us" - Adolf Eichmann (planner
of the Nazi gas chambers) People like me walk out
the door, we'll pull you out into the streets of
far off countries. If I'm ready to go, how could I
let you dwell in delight? So you see, all things
are so bright and spiritual. These seeds are
growing in extraordinary colors. Convinced? Even I
believe that I have grown something, it's cased in
light. Don't worry about me, I'm gone. Don't worry
about me, I'm off in a distant place where I can
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referent, convincing us (you and me both), for you
my smile is like "bow, bow, bow, bow".
Out here there is no "under the skin",
and the form of every other is hidden under
covers. So let us sleep in ease of dark. We
couldn't rest, with this aweful sense of duty
hanging off of our chests. Peeled away. We had to
get back to where the grip of our own hands could
lift us from the failures in the eyes of men, to
form our scales and weigh our works, good again.