All Right

A stone drone sonic boom.
Facing the century paralysed.
Won’t you take me back,
dear old Twentieth.
I miss your broken-up ways,
and those hound-dog days.
Fought and lost and never satisfied,
you linger in the coda of our dreams.
A breeze-block imprint,
letting fireworks off in the night.
Please sleep beside me once more.
Tell me everything is all right.

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