Seventeen

Music: In Pulse
Almir Renato de Souza Almeida

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Seventeen pounds heavy in the bass Exactly ten feet from the danger sign. Vandals had less chaos-lust than these Ecstatic children of our mores and malls. Now they tumble, burning, molten steel To their molds like white-hot waterfalls, Empty, plunging hearts too sheer to freeze Each time the lights go on, the worlds align, No wall of sound across one's ravaged face.