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You watch it flail at noon
What is it that could fall?
From up above in fresh air
Fish drop to the ground.
 
The lid too tight, now stolen
Restitution, yellow inlays burnt in
Over top of the first image
Echo chamber take us there
Dichotomy thrust in the new times
In channels of rain in pockets of altitude.

Fish are picked up from lake,
Cloud moves over area and drops fish

Police with metal faces.

Target set in sight,
Sniper acquires delight
But that won't last long.

The killer cuts out the heart and places
A fish to start, such the debacle of the
Detectives in the new era that
Sweat pours down their brows,
Fish eyes replaced as human thighs?

Help! He cries, the running man

Run, run, the running man at ultra speed
Synthetic energetic multiple echo chase
Quickening the pace with the speed of light
He can't stop the storm of guilt invading.

Always forward, always moving
He wants to live, forever!