I'm not trying to get attention,
Just putting shape to how I feel.
The less you care about invention
the more room for me, and him,
and him, and her, and us.
We're not bent on destruction.
We're just trying to tap the sun.
The less you make of our intentions
The less we care about your guns.
If you only know what it felt like
To light a fire in space.
No air nor echo to carry it on
A big boom of private grace.
We're not trying to get attention.
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