it's like ... 
          a switch 
          or better yet ... a slider 

          you know the sort of thing 
          muted, in the background 
          under control 
          (such a lovely two syllable word) 
          but somebody 
          (not just anybody) 
          comes along and pushes it 
          slooooooooooowly 
          you've heard the transformers 
          in the rain? 
          HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM 
          that nimbus glow they get 
          the eighth colour 
          and when that happens 
          control 
          is 
          lost 

. 

          Control is a beautiful thing 
          the cold calculations of every detail 

          Climbing Jacob's ladder 
          stretching the energy 
          as far as it will give 

          then tearing it apart 
          and beginning again 

          again 


          again 


          again 

          Control is a fine thing 
          especially 
          when you 


          lose it 




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