punctured bicycle
on a hillside desolate
will nature make a man of me yet?

//this transmission's set//

as sunlight veneers
and rainbow tears
blister my window pane...

the grey sky rolls
caress nightmare contortions
i think maybe
it's my interpretation
haunting

through the static of sunday
choir voices call out repent
and we're borne to sin again

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