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AS IT IS

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AS IT IS

The helicopter is tired

of poking its probiscus

into the dam

In the fields

the harvesters are

looking for somewhere

to rest a while

As you climb your

stairwell to heaven

on every other floor

you hear applause

once it was the echoes of despair

but now your bike

has no gears

and the shavings of

your mind you used

to use for fuel

have all burnt up

and the helicopter

is tired again 

the stairwell has

become a labyrinth

and the harvesters continue

not to find rest

but the probiscus

has given you a fever

that if you were a child

it would have

finished right there

but you keep climbing

like the smoke

driven ever upwards

by the heat

of the inferno

way down below

but that's

as it is.

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