The Eyes Spin Howling
the sun hums a cool tune in a sleeping room
magicians form in my mind a candle flies away
walking in a straight-line the robots pull me blindly
headlines burn riots catapults throughout history
the story smiles sinister stones on fire screaming
flags wear suits of rhetorical armor tanks wait
down in blood-brushed streets masks reveal
the promise of night brings wings marching
nowhere the eyes spin howling worlds free
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