GEOLOGICAL

Each layer picks its poison.
It’s the same poison.

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The bruised ideals of the naive.
The smooth hands of the insincere.

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The snowstorms and mirages.
Wheat waving in the wind.

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The world’s largest dancefloor.
Or simply internal bleeding.

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Dig far enough to find the ragged
tears and mottled skin.

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Cave paintings of the 20th century.
One channel and one channel only.

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God bless static and the mindless stare.
Fuck the muse and the mindless prayer.

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How deep was your hole to China
before you gave up?

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Perhaps you will find a coin buried there.
Someone’s lost good luck.

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Dig until you find at least one bone
of something that once moved.

Luck enough for any of us.