The rampage trail
Of the sad elephant
The flutter of a bird
Trying to be butterfly heard
The desperate reach
Of a small hand’s angle
The brightest idea
Of the bigger bungling me
We are sliding
Upwards down
We are hiding
We are hiding
Until gone
It’s the token dream
Stirring up the rarest team
It must be in this nominal class
And my pliancy of resistant mass
That
We are sliding
Upwards down
And up
We are hiding
Until we matter
We are hiding
Hiding until gone
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