When the pitch falls, who sings for you
To have a new feeling in the hopelessness of now
& no outside of nature, memory is how we keep time
Flowing, the constant and i would wait for you
Power is the dream of consciousness mattering
You take your bones out and form them into a cave
A wander in the shadow of play till we make slaughter
A normal every day entertainment and when the experiment
Goes black, what is the echo of could you pull me back, cornered
i see the walls of structure, ghosted remnants where we curled our signs
i existed once upon a story in the well of caught light, in the mornings
Of sorrow where you are not, in the burst dam of i broke through
The smallness of my own wanting, and i came here to be with you
Again and again, till the quiet overtakes us. If we write what is already
Understood, we stay rooted to this terror, i would ask impossibility
and call it love. i am asking you to architect your escape from progress
for we shall sing of things not yet come and of things of the past
we shall let the water of language wash it away.
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