Feed the smiles of
Barking babies
Who'll swallow your
Guts and turn them into
Ashes,
Ash being the
One and only source
Of energy in a constant
Continuum of electricity
...an electric city
City of ashes
Recovering from aged fires
Wounded tires
Scarred mires
Eternal wires...
Connected wires,
Spot-handed ladies
Like a dotted line, no space
No emptiness, only blackness
Blackness of death.
Barking babies
Who'll swallow your
Guts and turn them into
Ashes,
Ash being the
One and only source
Of energy in a constant
Continuum of electricity
...an electric city
City of ashes
Recovering from aged fires
Wounded tires
Scarred mires
Eternal wires...
Connected wires,
Spot-handed ladies
Like a dotted line, no space
No emptiness, only blackness
Blackness of death.

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