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Algol, rigel, a vigil, livid
I need someone I can count on,
I'm tired of hearing brass in the background
Or synthesized strings, my body craves the real thing
How like a queen bursts forth the lonely moon!
A chessboard of players, all playing,
A game I want only to be leaving
There will be a reaving when I aim
My sights at them all.

Don't crawl away into your foxhole
I could get myself to Greenland if I wanted
Somehow, I could find a way to make it happen
The angle of the light may change,
But human beings are toolmaking animals
Though I am one of the most primitive of all
And would throw my body again the fiercest foe
Slam my head against the hardest wall
If it meant escaping stasis.