To the Old

Staring at the slow suggestive
Wondering where it ends
Dual contrails overtaking
Dual chem-trails checkering the sky
In their uniforms they're waiting for the word to twist the lock
Fanning hands are trembling cradling the face of the doomsday clock
All the vapour lines were beautiful, we stood out in the rain
We were beholden to no one, we were twisting on the edge of everything



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Biri
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