that day the water was saltier and the words more clear and the signs…equal
this day the water is still salty but of different origin. There are no words and the signs…unbalanced.
what I needed was provided
what I need is unfounded
bus walk finds new men and lines of them
stars unfold in the dance and I'm swirled in the mist
(yes that style mist)
soft and cushy days away
and the hard stuff on the bottom shelf
my shelf
the string unravels and the damage points mount a new cleft and the and never stop because they keep pouring through and over the cracks.
depart from me, quickly and before I do you damage.
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