Bright Light Social Hour
Ghost Dance
A glowing dawn of crowded eyesEach a screaming pulsarWounded knees, dance 'til cleanThe needles in the ghostGrit, sand, silicaDemand perfect porcelainDistant glimmers' ancient dustBegs the flesh to riseCut like knives through black exhaustA terror in full blossomWhitewash dreams, blowing steamWe have not arrivedGrit, sand, silicaGround to dense perfectionOn the outskirts of consciousnessTogether deep inside
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