Omens the eleven
Right before our blurry eyes
World held at leash-length
While the others weigh in
On talent and ambition concerns
Perhaps this is all illusory
Like pop-up books and three-dimensional effects
Where you have to pay for some glasses
Sleepers and grifter-genius
Missing page and part improvisation
Clearly The Dominoes are a-falling
From the sky like murders of crows
or the hearts and minds of those who care dearly
So who among us will fall victim next
of this life and become our newest ancestor
All I have ever wanted
is everything and that is all
Bodies and souls traded like scrap metal
In dreams and at crossroads
Even the devil gets hustled sometimes
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