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stories from the satellite king
chapter 2 'meeting with the futurist'
i'm walking there
of what is left
the night is falling deeper
kick an empty can of fish
wich breaks the silence in my head
that was thinking of the futurist
a godless child flowing on the wave of the pioneers
to the edge
somewhere beautifull
somewhere unreachable
the neonlights of the city
don't mean nothing anymore
a residue of a ghosttown
that was once a circus
i'm looking for another light
the light were many painters
back in the days were talking about
the light they loved
that's why they went there
to make landscapes
'look at the skies' they said
to indicate that it's importand
now satellites orbit trough the skies
leaving life unchanged
the life that isn't made out of a painting
or made out of easy
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