| Century opens like we’re breaking yellow tape at the scene of something ciminal,
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| beyond obscene caught just a glimpse, another rubbernecker rocketing past —
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| all perpetrators, or refugees? |
| it is a carnival crime
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| we’re queued for the fire this time, so push the pace to race against all the
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| faces in this identikit
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| we’re frozen, lsitening to the sun, waiting for new kinds of light to come;
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| so little heat from whatever we set ablaze
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| burning so bright for all the kids who need effigies?
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| the time has long since passed to stop, just drop this role
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| self-immolations only heightening a certain relief
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| i was never even warmed by the glow
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| it is a carnival crime
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| try on all ears and all eyes, and push the pace to race against all the faces
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| in this identikit we’re frozen, listening to the sun, awiting for new kinds of
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| light to come; |
| so little heat from whatever we set ablaze
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| burn through the features and enver see the face
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| consumed by the known, escape routes are closed nowhere to go but still we run
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| we snap to fit to this identikit |