is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a secret perhaps
a dream of twins
latent wild
fire
on the tip of everything’s tongue
repentive
why so
replace ing
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
t
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
dust the brush away the noise in the loop sequence in the clouds is making me feel excuse me while ish
don’t just burn it down
burn the poison out
let’s just be together
oh now we’re going to have to get out in the streets or
else we are
passive fascists
never mind
that four never
happened.
never mind that it never will
disrupt and dance
and
fall apart and
dance again
i don’t know man it just
gets weird sometimes
woman
man
between
dam
minus the glory
and again
and again
and again
to breathe
and that
we are like
eachother
and in this
together and
it is scary
right?
and exhilarating?
who knew this
would all rise like the skin of the earth
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
let’s get to the
bottom of it
i don’t know
i don’t know
if i can
trust
myself
one day to the next to
love
as much as
the next
come on now
please oh please oh
want to hear a dirty joke?
the pig fell in the mud
we better fucking
to the hilt
what better way than
to make music
than
to fix all the world’s problems
…
right?
who is going to
save you
when you are
running
from the
bad wind
that you
know you
should fight
what a stupid game you play
to make me feel this way
what a stupid thing to do
to make me feel so
distraught
when can we have
the big parade
?
the vast
the
to be feared
the
other side
the
any time
the
burning turning urging
never
the less
endless
the glow
turn yr world
upside down
get a little picture
put it in a little globe
someday
none
will read this
all will be reviled
all mystery disabled by
tyrant children
mastermind
forget
lets get
high up on the roof
for rising water
of sleep
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could go on
could go in
the rendering
the splitting of time
if time can be split infinitely
then time infinite
thus universe infinitely expanding
thus all is infinite
all because
Time
maybe can be broken
snapped as it were
music shows us how
like a game
children being taught by nature
what’s it all about
