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Meet me tonight under the bridge, Frusciante

Rush on the radio

Rush on me out the door

Bullrushes lining the spine of the Royal Canal

Asylum seekers cuddling for warmth in the bushes.

Light and constant pushing,

Rush inconstancy of constant alteration,

Nation’s terrain is sacred snakeless since ancient day

We find Pharaohs’ necklaces, bones which saw lofty Pharros lit

Living myths in stone graves, crypts banded with encrypted glyphs

Which neverglaived are stayed stasis forever.

Bold brave grave defilers dismayed to find spades repulsed

Any attempt that space to invade interfere inveigle

Instantaneously rebuked by a force ancient, pagan.