"bless my city with twelve songs.
one for do-rights, two for wrongs.
three for youth, elders make four.
five for belov'd ancestors...."
|End The Washington Monument (Blinks) Goodnight|
"inside the convex lens we all crash new jet planes tonight.
and the sin is back in medicine.
beltway goes around.
monuments are thinking...."
"Your kin and friends taking their bodies in
and trading them for ends.
We took our bodies and we put them up
to fend against their bodies and the cycle never ends...."