The toys on the slab have no power to them, yet sing
Cloud Missions dot the way,
spelling out
"Fix Yourself"
Wife, children-all asleep
Hello, cities
The people on their flats have no song in them, I checked
Spires of Therapy rise up,
calling out
"Don't Forget Us"
Drug Dealers, their musician friends- all awake
Good-bye, Aeroplanes
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