A shuffle of days stacked like a deck of cards,
the ghostly animation of tight, flickering images.
you and me on a balcony ripe of sea and sunsets
the curling lip of tea a sip and cigarettes
you me and a submarine naked on the Bosphorus
a river churned by storm and relentless rain
the jeweled-water whipped by wind and wave.
Lightning erupts below the troubled surface
in a flash we have become unfamiliar
to the electrified depths of our green glowing guts
From a foggy future sudden silhouettes emerge
construction cranes upholding the horizon
in the distance a builder is building a building
Who is the... you is...the builder are you?
What kind of building is what are we building?
Was there a plan or was the spacecraft unmanned?
Were no blueprints on hand when we broke land ?
We cut ribbon and just ran, a blind flaming clown
into the un-built building we burned down.
In the night, the dark barks
a dog fogs and shadows creep
the tears falls the snow weeps,
for Mary had a little lamb
but then she fell asleep.
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