There is no will to follow
come, I’ll show the way
Ill make light night and mid day
morning is hollow
I’ll cry tomorrow
while I’m crying tonight
I lost my mind
I’m not thinking twice
and now I’ve lost my perception
from it, not I, not me
Take it from stock
“you can try but admit
you can never fuckin pass us”
This voice on page
That proves who the writer is
- not one thing makes sense
- or is connected
yet it stays obsolete and ephemeral

Nonsensical life of these mortals
along side these live the creeks, hills, sun and wind
the fire is not within.
the world
doesn’t even spin, it twirls
and the string it’s held by is unraveling.


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