(2014)
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
the very idea that i could be
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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