A feud of generations played over and over Repeat this passage to turn it to nothing These sounds are first stories, then stories are real
I have a dream
I have a dream but that dream is a question *2
Atmosphere taken by multiple meanings Things fall apart to float side by side Sieves full of white light pour skies in reverse It changes perspective
A push and a pull Relief made to focus A back and forth dance of language and rhetoric
A heartbeat that pulses above and below *2
If this time‘s a facet, then a red colored ball can be seen from space A blood-covered ball that loses its gravity Intense conversation that loses its gravity A body so dizzy it loses its gravity
A feud of generations Turn it to nothing These sounds are our stories Turn it to nothing Multiple meanings Things fall apart This time is a facet Turn it to nothing I have a dream but Turn it to nothing Intense conversation Turn it to nothing It changes perspective Turn it to nothing A body so dizzy