the world revolves,
revolves, revolves,
is lost, lost, lost,
gone.
asleep in the clouds:
brewing anonymity,
lost with no direction,
happenstance and weary.
when the battle's lost and won:
in Baghdad,
in Islamabad,
in Jerusalem
in Nairobi,
in heaven and in hell.
when music blasts
from all
corners of the earth;
when the opposite is true,
and silence reigns.
nearing blissful
destruction,
stone fountains
pour out the
soul of the earth.
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