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Rise with the sun

The day's begun

We shed our skin

Nocturnal self-destruction

We stretch and yawn

To greet the dawn

Dyurnal reconstruction

Each night when the slumber comes

The freeway crickets hum

Their lullaby

The end is nigh

We fly we die

Across the universe

A hearse, a curse, immersed in worse

And endless ribbon of fatigue

And want and nothingness

The cracks they show

A hole forms slow

Ulcer in the guts of woe

And time moves fast

Running down the past

Victories of centuries

Of errant trash