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daniel’s son

he is leaving the building
he was never inside
on the fifteens floor
he’s drifting ashore
everything is too spacious
nowhere is not a room
for thought hope adventure
he cannot tell a thing from a thing

dad is dead mom’s alive
shoot me up i’ll shoot you down
dad is dead and mom’s gone
shoot me up while i’m not around

brunhilde’s being torn apart
againandagainandagain
he’s light years into art
in another time
drifting ashore
dancing away
on a seaman’s floor
It all comes crushing down
it all comes crashing down
and all is not too much

for daniel’s son
floating in the air