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Now is the time

Of the bulletproof soapbubble

That fragile strength that extends

Blinding hot hands to cradle me

In glass and dust



Now is the time

Of the plummeting feather

The wild shrieking concrete spider

That spins mechanized dreams

Of hillside misery memories



Here is the place

Of the drunken city

The cat that prowls under our souls

The bomb that shatters our ideas

Into broken contempt



Here is the place

Of the joy of trees

The spirit of ancient rainforests

And lizards filling our gas tanks

Promoting war



We are the people of the atom

The ones who use tools of redundancy

Who build and ruin at the flip of a coin

Broken bones can be set

Broken homes are our debt



We are the people

Of the bulletproof soapbubble

The fragile immortal fools

The shapers of glass and dust

Who kill for love