shuffling through,
these spectral scenes of youth,
an inconsolable travesty,
of fleeting, fleeing truth.

a faded thought of choose,
bound among by years of use,
a few lifetimes triggered to bemuse,
this wrenching, writhing muse?

(k)no(w)

It is very nearly enough,
your love,
is just,
so much,
Now I know how to know
when no is no
and what I know is no.
and now I know what I know
so much
is just
your love
quite nearly enough.
is just so muc

blackout.

oh, sorry,
I started to tell you
I just started to say

that it was my plan
that is im planning
that I wait a second hang -

oh yeah sorry
I was beginning to say
sorry what was I speaking words about?
it was very important no doubt
but yeah.

sorry,

I was on a bus one time
and then I was hang on,
One Wine thanks,
yeah,
so.
oh sorry yeah
I started to tell you
I began to say
that one day after today,
I will change it all away.

in progress #7

stars erupt against my eyes,
when I meet you inside,
direct my tether with your ties,
and settle amongst this mind.

speckled skin and surging skies,