Tiny silver balls are strewn across the floor
They roll this way and that, and somehow they meet
Only listen now if you’re abhorred
By those with hearts frozen in concrete
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You’re a snowflake
You’re a riverbed, baby
Degraded, serrated
A membrane that’s in pursuit
Of nothing trivial
You’ve got energy
You’ve got your own order
Nevermind the hoarders
Of organization
You’re a tornado
You’re lightning, baby
Striking, frightening
A light that can’t die
From something miniscule
Stay like an icicle
Frozen in the cave of a volcano
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Tiny silver balls are strewn across the floor
They roll this way and that, and somehow they meet
Only listen now if you’re abhorred
By those with hearts frozen in concrete