Turbines and turntables ricochet on nightly
Topsy and turvy it makes our souls weep
We flee for higher ground, though the waters chase ever after
Twin flames are alight, and the world laughs and cries
We care for our own, and lead each other to the pit
But later we take offence of our own ravenous squalor
Take heed that we need not more than we’re after
For more than we require steals our sure laughter
– Alex Reed
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