Homeostatic circadian blur
lofty naked dreams bleeding on cold gravel
cracks in the aquaria reveal concrete stars
and trajectories traced in fissured celluloid
Chattering hemispheres, memories of light
seen through a peptide veil
breathing the air of new centuries through
brittle plastic lips and fixated eyes
"I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this."
--R.E.M., "Country Feedback"
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