Oβ Red Light Monolith
25Β’/3min
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theyβre talking your ear off
with words like scalpels
lighting your way in red
high on the mountainside
just out of nowhere
capitulating to a populace
bathed in seven deadlies
in neon and wind-striving
blithe and blistered
they speak to their father
to themselves in the night
the phone booth
of revolving thought
circles back again
and against the innards
Oβ red light monolith
monologue with cheerful speech
and remember your fate
shine and die and fade
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