Some how everything I say, comes out wrong.
There Will Come Soft Rains
That No Human Ear Will Hear
There Will Come Creation
No One Will Feel The Indestructible
Torrents of Imagination and Wonder
Shall Collapse Upon the Want, Will for the unnatural
Pleasure, Fear and Awe,
The Creation of Our Fathers
Our Eyes Not Seeing
Our Minds Not being
Desperate
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