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Cloak + Dagger
Things turn, things twine
With sharp eyes and glass spines
A hundred distractions
Yelling, bleating, vining
In a world gone nowhere
We’re just memories
Distractions pulling a rope
Pulling a leash
Memories become distractions
The past fights the urgency of now
Time still speeds like locomotives
Like a race car on a boring track
Like a broken baseball bat
Screaming through the air
Distracting the crowd from the game at hand
A task of concentration
A task of running horizons
Of a hunt for the little fox
Time becomes a memory
A distraction in our afterlives
We’re just distractions to the dead
To the pastaways in afterlives
