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[recycle me]...

fuse me with the dust in the wind
take me high above the clouds
turn into a dark cloud with rain
to fall upon your heated grounds

take me high above the clouds
while I breathe the polluted air
to fall upon your heated grounds
with new freshness from up above

while I breathe the polluted air
from the metal monsters we created
with new freshness from up above
are we waiting for the right messiah?

from the metal monsters we created
smoke covered the bright blue sky
are we waiting for the right messiah
to come down and heal her wound?

smoke covered the bright blue sky
turn into a dark cloud with rain
to come down and heal her wound
fuse me with the dust in the wind

*As a submission to the Redundant Beauty comp [a Pantoum poem]