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On the Up and Up

one more time again
ever expanding speeches
trading off the win
to burn away the leeches

will never pass this way
not your kind of place
Though I can live with that
I’d much prefer to stay

you float above these things?
no fading in these dreams
washed away in bits
returning old receipts

unsettled strangeness soon,
complete will never do,
washed away in chunks
when chasing winds that blew

will echo and extend
arc across the dawn
spill down here again
wander into town

switch back to losing track
of what it is we’re at
changes building back
ambition falling flat

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