century opens like we're breaking yellow tape at the scene of something ciminal, beyond obscene. caught just a glimpse, another rubbernecker rocketing past - all perpetrators, or refugees? it is a carnival crime. we're queued for the fire this time, so push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit. we're frozen, lsitening to the sun, waiting for new kinds of light to come; so little heat from whatever we set ablaze. burning so bright for all the kids who need effigies? the time has long since passed to stop, just drop this role. self-immolation;s only heightening a certain relief. i was never even warmed by the glow. it is a carnival crime. try on all ears and all eyes, and push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit. we're frozen, listening to the sun, awiting for new kinds of light to come; so little heat from whatever we set ablaze. burn through the features and enver see the face. consumed by the known, escape routes are closed. nowhere to go but still we run. we snap to fit to this identikit.
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