it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle
as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
it don’t take long for a yo-yo to… like me up and down all in the sam… how could it be, where does to it… the steel beams inside are like je… the stead fast feet slipping all a…
when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
in the dream if you get killed you are dead– but are you really? in reality–
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
