Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. Collecting, discarding, masking, uncovering — making room for warmth to return.

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Ah-ha

I’m panicking, I know I don’t know what else to do. I’ve lost everyone I love; I can’t bear to lose you too and be stuck inside this soulless body trying hard at trying nothing… Tell me to be at ease. 

I got stuck inside the factory. It stole my every day from me, from Saturdays to holidays, sexy dates and special lace. And on this bed I’ll surely see that none of it meant anything; damned if I could only do it again.

I’m sorry if you hate me, if I made the wrong move. I was trying so hard to do things normal people do. But every time I try to do a dance around the issue, I wind up feeling lonely and longing for you.

It wasn’t that you did what you did, but that was bad. That you didn’t tell the truth waswhy I was mad, and when you leave me hanging in a lurch I tend to fall off my perch. Will you be there to catch me?

Ah-ha

I’m panicking, I know I don’t know what else to do. I’ve lost everyone I love; I can’t bear to lose you too and be stuck inside this soulless body trying hard at trying nothing… Tell me to be at ease. 

I got stuck inside the factory. It stole my every day from me, from Saturdays to holidays, sexy dates and special lace. And on this bed I’ll surely see that none of it meant anything; damned if I could only do it again.

Well, we didn’t have that much but we tried to make it nice. I remember many nights we’d be reheating beans and rice and…Trivial Pursuit without the circles or the dice; bed came too early just to wake up on time.

And sometimes we were rough and mean and had it up to here.  Said, “Something’s gotta give or we’ll both just disappear.” Then we’d wake up in the morning with our legs a messy mess and we’d say, “That was stupid. I love you.” And then we’d get dressed.

Ah-ha 

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Stasis:

Station’s on the stasis of the bitter wages. It’s a trust, you know, a trust is a second salvation. Forcibly absent in the natural selection; Darwinian stages of Druidism. First trimester, post modern, past, present, futures traded daily with the dangers of the dangerous and decent. Can’t buy a buck the way they used to sell ‘em with ponies as collateral and second grader’s nomenclature.

Quietly ashore in the seas, the seas are shown through a quartz littered throughout the center of the earth.  Carefully callous, rubbed raw and delicious with their hearts circle-cut casting shadows in the rough of the days and nights and weeks and months and years and pasts and presence of minds to prop up the plastics and the like of the same ways I always feel.

I always feel the same.  

Creature comforts can’t save me. Nomenclature’s on to me.

I always feel the same.  

Creature comforts can’t save me. Nomenclature’s on to me. Fast forward, facing left, can’t see what you’ve gone and done to me. What you’ve gone and done to-

Always movin’. Always shakin’. Keep the dogs in isolation. Kiss the frog for fascination past the point of nomenclature. Second nature, second skin - Tales of the tall and thinly veiled in ambergris; my skin tastes so listless.  Spittin’ syllables and sayin’, “Sequencing is for the shapeless, half a death and two for sadness…  Man, we sure did die in silence!” Oh, I always feel the same.  

I always feel the same.  

Creature comforts can’t save me. Nomenclature’s on to me. Fast forward, facing left, can’t see what you’ve gone and done to me. 

What you’ve gone and done to me.

What you’ve gone and done to me.

What you’ve gone and done.

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