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Not at all so far from losing all

that good innocence and turning into

one of them.  Like the guy about a halfway

to the ground.  Still consumed by some

need he cannot name or put a finger on.

But there are still some strange dynamics

to it.  Some highs and lows to bending just

too much.

In a room full of dust

All shapes clouded inside

Room full of dust

As some far reach of the sun

With just a bit of it teasing, looking in.

Around some corners

Around, in the deep inside

That will soften to a beautiful promise.

You can see some ghosts of workers moving about

still.  Flowing, heaving to and fro.

Here at the far reaches of the sun.