The circles and squares and stars on the screens,
Are the shapes and shapers of dreams.
The suspense of the now and fear of the future,
Statically collect our rivers and streams.
From AM to Gamma we perform electric dances
When a mother says to her child, “don’t be afraid,
Of all of the past mistakes that you’ve made.”
Idleness and ignorance are often to blame.
Most of us search for meaning.
By establishing unshakable rules.
But when they all bend and splinter,
What’s left are our broken brooms.
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