My wick burning out
almost all of me gone to the fire
I am evapourating
flame on string
heating the candle
that would be the earth
A planet dressed up as such
a few crazy tricks away from a
billboard universe
overheating on a satelite
orbiting the whole mess
indoctrinated with feeble consumpton ethics
these multitudes and their engineered existence
almost blowing out in the solar winds
that kicked several signs off their floating tubes
I struggle to burn on
so far off the lump
oxygen and sutainance
the dizzying short orbit streaks
humming like neon billboards
A consumer in the woodwork
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