Manipulating an Orbit


There is a pocket resistance
A governing of smells
That bake the city faces.
Only a lost prayer hides in its wager.
Everything eaten is a new parade.
A generation of sleep will survive this
Easy pills
A glass of God
All forms of worship
Still tied to water and salt
Manipulating an orbit.

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