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von Jon McKiel

Can I take a picture
Of what is left?
I′m trying not to hold the phone
He said, "But what the hell?"
Stand before the new bizarre horizon
Near the last decisions
I know that the maker is slow
But cleaning is my religion

And why
Is there an order in us?
A disorder in us?


Cannot take the treasure
But I'm standing so close
Even here from heaven
A signal is lost
Prism of light splits the stained glass
Replaces me forever sent
Look into the new machine glowing
And the keepers made the measurements

Why
Is there an order in us?
Why
A disorder in us?
And an order in us