Mothership | Ken Farrell | The Piltdown Review



so we go out

our descent


for the collective

we perform


with swirled words

crescent-moon eyes and report

this is how they love

we forget

what moved us

before the mission

because we see

no difference

we perform experiments

with undressed talk

elastic kisses and report

this is how they war

we forget

who laughed with us

before the lightening

because we hear

no reason

we perform experiments

with one hot cord clamped

to their dreams and report

this is how they madden  



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