Now it is cicalatide
& all the treetops loudly churn
with frenzy that the bugs provide
Their buried sleep transmogrified,
with urgent lust their one concern
now it is cicalatide
a jazz that will not be denied
though all around them riddles burn
with frenzy that the bugs provide
on such hurled rage our futures ride
however we might wish to learn
now it is cicalatide
let no collective suicide
persuade us yet—overt or derne—
with frenzy that the bugs provide
Be silence, not this noise, our guide
As massed catastrophes slow-perne
now it is cicalatide
with frenzy that the bugs provide
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