Brain-song is muted. misplaced the dues. there is no witness. a hymn caught in the silence. when does the day begin? we stall and we wait, listen for
so it is punching in or clocking out, we trade in time. like a black check, pay the rent or debt - how our lives get spent. arrested effort. stuck in
No new skin, senseless ends. dead network. no gift in this rigid state of becoming. nothing to produce. infinite excuses. the grazing ground is barren
siege of abuse. it never works. it always hurts, it's always wrested. winged syllables in formation, grounded by the weight of your words. no respite
I's are replaced, and you remain. lost limb collection: arms and legs. who spits on history and halts the living will yawn for you. once celled earth
song pollution. noise in hundreds. the smog is humming your worst, and we all cough it up. given a shape to them, the words in a fury. some stuck in
thunderbolts will fly forever. sure as the west wind blows. atrocious and baffled. sentenced to life in sound prison. the secrets are always the same