Dream time. Caught every second, but tick-tick, lyme.
Exhausted. Caught lost in the trees, soft and.. Shocked into the day, track on a roll, get the whole team off and away. Can’t you see I am the only lonely.. locked in a helix headed only up, where in fact there is nothing, ut that’s exactly my luck.

Nobody prayed right when the day came. Took me for the name, but.. nope. Just a final rival feeling newly provoked. No sleep, not again, not til I am sure you are safely afloat. I will defend you, I am your friend.

Just beyond the reach of a hearing creature, something deletes your old faith. Just sold bait. You could fold but the wait might be worth it.. maybe? Lost appetite, pack a bite for the punchline. This picnic is a mess. Despite the excess, no one really seems impressed.

This is a strange age, able to make it to so far no sight of a star. Comedy epoch. Forever now caught in long flight with no flock. Rubberneck grace, while the pace they want us to keep allows only a fatal trace. Raw deal.

No sleep, never again, now the end’s been written, the where and the when. All damage accounted for. It was all more than a bit of ordinary uproar. Right, "all mice blind", say all the we who designed. Farewell.

Danger, here at close range. Your attention paid to the page.
Not an option, no choice, give to the word or I take your voice. Unlucky still, what we thrill to see: speak. Show lights in golden second skin, or be seen weak.

How far still to climb? This pit is super deep, and I’ve been too long asleep to keep a steady line. Iced-in all the way down low, there where the shadow is complete. Making my way home now, nd I’m trying to keep upbeat. The way to arrive at the top keeps spinning while the imminent beginning unfolds. I want to get back to when all my friends had souls.

One to run, easily undone. Terminal fear, check back when you get here. Probably I wont be, but hey, leave a message. I would have taken the time but nobody waited for me, So as I am myself behind, I don’t know.. later. Told to trim down, the right cut. Ready to fight what comes tonight or the next, a week from then when the rest arrive: fresh, newly alive. The one thing left is go and fetch the big pup. Preacher, you’re up.

On est tous absurde, on est une grande vague, tous ensemble, une crie, un modulation d’une souffle expiré par l’abîme, je vous aime trop, les baleines sont impossiblement grand, les chauves-souris ne sont pas chauvé, les chauves-souris vampires se saluent avec un calin, la langue évolue trop vite, je m’inquiète pour vous, pour nous, je m’inquiète pour les cétacés, je ne comprend rien, nique la conquête spatiale, le cosmos est le carte pour naviguer sur la terre, les points sur ce carte sont morts, je suis fier d'être avec vous et d'avoir être avec vous à cette époque, c’est un honneur, je suis reconnaissant pour toujours, les castors font des barrages parce qu'ils n'aiment pas le bruit de l'eau courante, les castors sont incroyablement gros et hilarants et ils me font pleurer, le temps est une déluge, on est fatigué par le temps, fatigué par l’histoire, on n’a que l’energie, on est beau, on est foutu, c’est parfait, c’est seul, c’est tout, je ne suis pas assez, jamais… mais jamais désolé, donc je voudrais dire simplement: merci.