The silhouetted hills roll into the haze
From tar melting and cars belting their age.
The convection oven bars glow back in radiance
And a star is shattered into a thousand candles.
I hold my ear against the cement and breath in
I hold my breath to attest the descent and leave in
Every little detail that a dreamer can handle.
A pulse that carries poison to every capillary
A heavy beat from steps of the burden that I carry.
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