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by Falling Up
What was it like, the future?
They were all fixated on the ceiling
But I couldn't bear to look
I was afraid
There was a ring
And then we're launching
Rockets through it
It was a word, tinder
It was white with
Shimmering, bristled insides
And icy wind blowing
Through the letters
You saw things you weren't meant to see