To fanfare irreversible fortunes across the land
We dignified and scattered have been spared
The crush of honor shattered by our hand
Dignitaries lost in the cracks of outer space
Standing up for nothing in the dry run
Thrown away the locks to escape this place
Ended up sailing to the high sun
Arc fluorescent a lash in the dark flashed
into clarity on the whipcrack of an instant
Heart into the crescent phase of its orbit
tuned to the parity of the shipwreck's front
Deciduous iridescent a notion in time struck
from the cold hard calamity of the moment
Being intentional elders of an iron age
When the hair becomes tangled then comb it
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