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Remember those who have fallen,

for they cannot get up,

and the mountains around

don’t seem to mind enough

to not erupt.

No grave can pulse away the blanket.

We haven’t found that technology yet.

We haven’t surrounded ourselves

with that systemology.

I bet that if you breath in,

your lungs won’t fill with dust.

You want to take it?

Give it a shot.

There’s no telling if those fumes

will be cold or hot.

Maybe it will throw the snot

right out of your pneumatic lungs,

all jiggling and dancing

to the beat of a thousand suns.

Let it run,

and run,

and run into a pavement wall.

While you’re at it,

I won’t freak when I catch a rabbit,

but I’ll grab it all the same.

They say life isn’t a game

until you sit down to play.