If my call for assistance
gets intercepted
my application
for transmigration
may never be accepted
If my atonement
gets back ordered
I’ll fall back on
the lost track song
the midnight paradigm it bordered
if my bright light
goes for a random walk
through such dark loops
and dives and swoops
I’ll really start then to fight
If life came knocking always
at the moment of decision
I’ll strike my line
and call it fine
consider it a skilled incision
what
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