Kids play tag knowing full well they're touching predecessors
on a sunken bed of treasures gulping rum with elder shepherds
when the game's on, wear sneakers that light up when they hit asphalt
Mountaineering is a myth at large - real climbing makes a wrist snap off
surreal silence in the riff raff lodge. Children speaking in code
luring easier souls to an island of teething Moreau's
I talked to a wise old man, he referred me to Ares
subscribed to his monthly newsletter, it said:
"you don't become one with the earth until you're buried."
Don't think you're immune to getting fooled, if taboo rules
we're always getting tagged with something in life, it's bad juju
Don't be purist. Or ignorant to the game of cosmic bullshit
peer over the onyx turrets or at the stars merging
as you can see, history repeats itself... "you're it!"
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