Kodacrome
solitary elect
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From the banks I repent on behalf of the man whose propeller struck your back,
From a cloud in a bath, you would hate to see revenge undermine the final laugh.
From the banks I react, I am just another man, solitary and elect,
From a seat in the back, circuits mangling messages, gas lamp lighting up the web.
From the banks I repent on behalf of the man whose propeller struck your back.
One last drink from the floes of the Arctic, from the goldest goblet.