from Hutch.

 

the forgetfulness of tomorrow

around come the stars

heaven’s forgotten

in a launch past mars

 

whoever foretold

the fortune of the future

was sure of the truth

only to be fooled

by the reality of solitude

 

speaking in codes 

is incorrectly imposed

throw it all out on the line

in order to see

a clearer me

 

more sense

with no reason to repent.

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