One more young writer slid away in the night
over the border he will drown in light
hold it -- wait a minute
I can't read my writing, my own writing!
like tiny insects in the palm of history
a domino effect in a cloud of mystery
my writing is an iron fist
in a glove full of vaseline
but dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident
Courting disaster we ran in the night
wings of an angel torn in flight
check it -- verify it
it's all here in writing, down in writing!
at the hands of the press
and in the eyes of the government
I fell from grace
I too became a dissident
like tiny insects in the palm of history
a domino effect and an early end to this story
my writing is an iron fist
in a glove full of vaseline
but dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too become a dissident
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