There’s The Future?

Yes,

There’s the future:

Take a good long look.

It’s right there before you

Suspended in green, safe ice

While you’re running away,

Tumbling across

Borders of flags,

Trading words for waves,

Three squares

And the promise of fair winds.

A gun is always a gun

But a song can be more powerful.

To Devour the Moon.

There is, apparently a legend that predicts

That, sometime soon, the lunatics,

Released from wasp-paper grey cells

Will endeavour to devour the orange-moon,

Swallow it whole, tear its

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