When he's in the mood
I let Lucifer rage on
Or is it his shadow half
He has so much to say
That speaks to me
So much makes sense
About the insufficiency
Of the earth our paltry
Lives our mineral souls
He keeps forgetting
You are in the room
He doesn't notice you
Half-smiling waiting
For him to finish so we
Can resume our talk
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