Come dance with me on the head of a pin
Balance with me like a pebble
That someone threw up on a church steeple
Let's model together, carve steps out of air
Let's move into space and put up a downpayment
Wage against wager, play against player
Windy air and open sky
Pushing on nothing, handless gesture
Planning for something
Even when we can't
Trust the invisible
Disregarding all we hear and see
Pretend the inevitable
Is already a party
Deny the obvious and make many plans
Following money and maroon seas of shaved heads
Put down sinners and deify winners
Save what is ours in an old coffee can
Let's play it forward and aim for the net
Catch as many fish as we can
Divide up the loaves of likes and dislikes
Reining in the masses of sheeple
Pen in virtual votes for our office
Caring for all the sweet nothings and so
Become a dim beacon for all the lost people
Propped up on fell cushions in piles under toe
We are haggard relics of now
Claiming for ours some other power
Nursing ourselves with a bent silver spoon
Engraved with the name of something unborn.
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