In this public place Pigeons move busily Through
the contents Of a man's life In this public place
His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In
this public place Lies fly in formation Candid
fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this
angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The
private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The
village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands
Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven
Wait for the sign Only they understand In this
public place A carved tree Burst through an
atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into
the shape of footprints In this public place Lies
fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its
wings
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