Wound tight by the blue
screen
where once they called
you Blue Sky
and you danced in
fields with no money or home but a ride in a converted bus
in Wales or Greece or
Holland or Australia
The modern-day cyber
shroud pulls
a preventive to vertigo
You're always falling
and you say don't let
me off at the next stop I need to keep going
But where is there to
go now
What kind of times are
these
perhaps the time to go
on your knees
set the record button
ensure your heroes are
on repeat
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