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Ground Level Language

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The shining pale boy
In blue jeans
Sitting there
Stalking the stalkers
For a reflection of peace
A part of the nerve

So naive, so impatient
Corruption flying
By them all
Instinct
Lust

Stalking the stalkers
For a reflection of peace
A part of the nerve
Sifted, shifted, stained grain

Anxiety riding on raging experience
Melting statues
Mark the salesman
Maps his protest
Making sure that everyone can hear
Convenience

They've sucked the music from the magic
Enjoyed the ride into boredom
Let the meaning find them
Happy, sad, cheated

Carving corporate crosses
With sharp gullibility

Hold us hostage
Let us sink
Down
To
Ground level language.