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Mouths ripped from the breasts of their mothers
Slurping and sucking onto the teats of their lovers
And impossibly rigid from the base of their source
Plunging into another with flesh to enforce
And telephone dialling, Russian numbers tapped in
Fingers a-roaming for the next mound of skin
With a females hind quarters raised up in the air
Your god or whatever is to be found hiding there

Vast and Vanishing, the tower torn down
Humanities mysteries spread all around
Letters and symbols, like hexagrams flung
The library of Babel on the tip of your tongue

"Why this?" you may ask on the day you are born
Your mother behind you, how bloody, how torn
As you're slapped till you shriek then slipped into clothes
Then sent on your way, blackened eye, broken nose
And what's to reflect in the white of your eyes?
The flickering gentlemen mouth their goodbyes
To repulse and to draw, by the lapels pulled in
The walls geometric and painfully thin

Vast and Vanishing, the tower torn down
Humanities mysteries spread all around
And cards turning over, palms crossed with gold
The library of Babel is bought and then sold

When even our gains don't exist anymore,
Virtually worthless, a pixel breed whore
And no scratches to worry or dust to acquire
No static free cloth or insert to admire
No more the hunting, the thrill of the chase
Down the wire to you, must necessitate waste
A full shelf is a memory, collections all gone
Convenience she caught you, you fell all along

Vast and Vanishing, the tower torn down
Humanities mysteries spread all around
The child he sits empty, his hand throws his stones
The library of Babel, his pleasures it owns


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