Clamors in the dying world
Clamors in the world
Tufts of isotopes in hand
I walk among the particles of my atoms
Pulsarial nuclei, neutrons and quasars
The world is It's small, the world is big
And I would need tons of hydrogen
Infested with cobwebs
Full of tiny computers
Eating Japanese butterflies
Flies giants spit out data
Giving the total on the unemployed
Clamors in the moribund world
Clamors in the world
Black blood of Harlem
Crowded pressure gauges on Wallstreet
In the mud of figures everything goes away
Guerrilla warfare in the jungle
But under a roof of palm trees
My love
Long will be the end
Sheikhs guardians
Of passages level in the desert
They shed tears of petrodollars
Sufis suffocated, Mullahs immobile
In the silence of the shootings
Clamors in the dying world
Clamors in the world

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