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Revolution
The clock's hand crawls around in circle
The streets, the cars, grey mundane life
Bells chime on the hour, day and night
Bars with broken lives and recycled talk
The streets, the cars, grey mundane life
Obscured screens, smoked filled dreams
Bars with broken lives and recycled talk
The world drowns in murky revelations
Obscured screens, smoked filled dreams
Cruel hands rip innocence at seams
The world drowns in murky revelations
A breath escaped marks less than zero
Cruel hands rip innocence at seams
The clock's hand crawls around in circle
A breath escaped marks less than zero
The bell strikes rage, churning a revolution
Poem written as a pantoum for comp 4x4, with topic "revolution",
because a revolution, in this case is a cycle and a pantoum
could be written as a cyclic movement, as I do here
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