Matter from Since Grazed by Eleventh Dream Day

In the connection of things something was frayed
Lost souls and apparitions could not be contained
There were rusted machines and stalled limousines
In the dark web of things there was a small patch of green

The car veered off the bridge and plunged into the river
A bubble rose to the surface, a message delivered
Way down in the depths it was icily calm
As he waited for the pressure to even there was no cause for alarm
There were rusted machines and old limousines
The sun cut through the surface and found a small patch of green
What’s the matter with you, did you not see the light bloom?

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