A donut is a donut Is a donut
Only war is war
Seed on the satellite
Water in the brush
Pride
The gateway drug to The West
Things turn around here
Things die and things are born
But in between things will dance
And collide
Shift and slide
Into place
Outer space
Let’s stop and listen
To the trumpets playing in our ears
Let’s fuse together
Two separate elements
We will forge a new tool
A magic hammer that
Destroys meaningless borders.
Liquids spears flung
Over our shoulders
Piecing gently arrows into
Lonely late night political party callers
Calling out our numbers.
9 to 5
10 to 2
1 to 9
12 to 7
6 to 1
Half a dozen
Break me off
Break me down
Break me out
T’pau
Schwervon! 
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