refusing
fuse lit
and the cuff is burning like parchment
connection to splayed out phrases
no one knows what to say
depraved center
bartenders and cigarettes
the smell of false interaction
conversation
satiation is not an option in this scene
only the obscene
concentration
delight in when the door opens and we walk outside
we walk outside
an entire universe in the living room
never left the soft structure of home
yet observances came easy
like fortune telling was nature
and this music in the ear is blood
her dance constructed of sketches
glue stick type
the phrases stuck together like intention
live
not recorded
sensation is flight
and magnet
stealth
and wearing off of wakefulness
no one will read these words
and if they (you) do
it won't make understanding even if spoken out of sound
wanna know why?
because i'm not your familiar
nor trying to reach out
just listen:
i'm scared
scared like maybe suffering is undercover in the guise
of earning bread
of earning care and consideration
i'm scared
like maybe this whole big time i'm alive
little moments
spread and disperse
and sudden are dispensed
and maybe
i'll forget that really great piano solo i heard
that made everything perspective
and poetic
and pushed hesitation into the ground---
gesture towards sky
silent night
church songs gone right
yet this prayer has no end
only ( )
and time
only ( )
and time
only ( )
and time
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