It turns you
Into city visions
Your eyes become
Kaleidoscopes
Of other peoples
Dreams
Daze-ed is the walk of those
Among the walls that talk
They cannot separate
The lead out from the chorus
Thus feeding on frustrate
That ether
They are static things
Electric buzzing
In the maelstrom
Of soft white lies
And forgotten histories
What use have we for arcane
Magic
Or for symmetry
Such things are daft and tragic
Leave us be
There is no need of learning
Save to secure
The turning of a gear
That will assure
Tomorrow
They don’t know why
And do not sorrow
That tomorrow
Is today
Transmission
The transmission
It’s a mission to deliver
Deaf, Blind, and Dumb
Transmission, Transmission
This banquet is just a crumb
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