Folding in glorious trumpet strains

Grass grows unconcerned

Neon lights glow, illuminating police brutality

Our loyalty is demanded

The cacti are worried about drowning

Harmonies play to empty opera houses

A viking helmet wonders why it’s doing in this century

Evaporation continues, screaming fuck you to condensation

A reactor comes online and pulses blue

Balloons make teenagers sound weird

A field is burned

Vexing an uptight person across the straits

In sighs humanity’s metronome finds is rhythm

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