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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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