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Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured 
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of 
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more

Born into the days
Of a future long past
Spying its records
From the start to the last
We are all
Just second hand news
In a land of ne’re to be
Nonsensical devotion
The prisoners of perpetual motion
Elate 
And repress
The We
The US three

The Me 
Myself
and I
Come to share in a life such as these
Checking out the view
I’m just second hand news
In the land of Ne’re do we
Strolling on by and 
Pressing on through
Tasked with its provisions 
And it’s riddled revisions 
Nonsense and fiction
Have found their new diction
Of solar progression
As they encapsulate 
The US Three

Strolling on by 
Pressing ahead
The RIGHT
And the TRUE
It’s textured and layered deception
Held a managed intervention 
Holding within its folio
The signatures of digression
Devoid of emotion
As it’s pendulum swings to and fro
Never able to leave
Or break its grasp
Transcending all in its path

Nonsense and fiction
Wear a guise of suspicion 
Take on a new face
A perplexing division
With its sweeping broad strokes
To embrace and replace the US Three

Brushing on past 
Just a page before
You knocked on the door
Of the garden where flowers once grew
These steps you’ve taken
Left to the tender mercies 
Of fiscal conservancy’s 
Hyperbolic uncertainty 

Common knowledge 
Given breathe
As stolen
A thief
Of the Inspector in chief
His notes plainly written
A solider in part
Has taken my enemies heart
In a fruitless pursuit 
Of passion and pain
Here
I remain
In its orbital dance
The great mechanic has cast
His players
The WE
The US Three

Cry the home 
On this ellipse 
As we roam
The WE
The US Three

The black crow
Watches unfaltering 
With his stalwart gaze
As your counterfeit lies
Sought in other men’s eyes
With a forbodance
Which can not be denied
In the wink of an eye 
Like the pearls on a string
That glow
And 
That shine
As it squares with the facts
In the drivers seat of circumstance 
And at length in perpetuity 
YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.
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