Watch your tone

Search the ground

Stay clean-cut and small

Get out of the way

And quietly collapse

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Tame your feral desires

Let your bright colors dull

Into shades of grey

Keep low and of use

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You will answer when called

Stay close

Without a sound

You will free yourself soon  

From a name’s dead weight

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Let your visions expand

Into a panoramic view,

Slowly lowering your guard

Adrift, miles from home