NEW WORLD ORDER

AHEAD-OF-THE-CURVE
POETICS
THURSDAY, MARCH 27
NEW WORLD ORDER (III)


whistle my whinny here she goes

flash past my windows

over closed space is unlimited


when you cry

tears of tenderness fall from the sky


way up above a line drops down

touch me lightly, take off your gown

you feel better in your underwear

step right up I'll take you there

to the land past Heaven's pearly gates

I feel you panting, I feel the weight


of many sad realities

alright, OK, I'll take you straight

to the place you can't get out of your head

is calling, calling, know what I said


about all the sad reality

play the whistle on the Raging Sea,

be with me


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POSTED BY GIRON D'AGATE AT 1:19 PM
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