Bear said he saw
it as paper thin
but now a million sheets
can hold it in
They’d ripped and thrown
out each new page
because now the old machine
don’t work the same
Home degenerated
so now they live here
where they can stay alone
on whatever they’re on
Either snipped or stained
by what can’t be held down
and i don’t know anything
that stays around
They level off
and obey the sun
when it leaves for the evening
everyone becomes anyone
It came as death
or it came as a glow
but there might be a grip on whatever makes
things get wet
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