I should have given this more thought. I don’t really play in big boy style. You follow the rolling dot, and I go out for a joyful mile. Shake it back and forth, I dance. Get me back on my feet. Sticks and bones, stomp on the wheat, go tell him it’s time that we should meet. Was it he gave you these words? Sudden heat wave, the team look blurred? I don’t really get them, but they stick with me (my flock or my herd). What creature leads at the front? I’ll take the one that I need. I seeded the ground like a weed. There is now one left of my breed. Hey, take it capital E-asy–deep dive. All for the heaviest now.. all that “we” who thrive. I heard it the first time, cursed in devotion. Voices all sound so much like the ocean. It’s a pleasure to be here. I am alive. ... The plot is a thick, lofty, over-soft and tricky knot, see clearly I am too lost for any new thought to come through me. Give me the crossing guard with the skinniest neck. Let me off this in the back yard. Say: gimme the best! Right foot first, drag the left to settle the discord. Hold both wrists toward the mystic, grant this wish, lord. How bad do you want be soaked through? I broke a few, yeah, but how many does it take to make a joke like you? Fall down forever. Lock them out, the better be all pastel bratty subs stacked so well. Lucky discovery: facts sell. Bought me love and a kiss for the cracked lips, and a stag for the blacklist. Rhyme or maybe some close approximation of a reason I should care.. Don’t tell me! I need to get there myself. Let me walk through the all consuming flame, and would you be so kind as to point out the one to blame? Don’t let me die here.. …what will they say.. Oh please take me back. I want to be deep and I no longer need this breath. Believe me that really it’s all been enough of the best who do their best. Make me heavy so I can sink to where the heavy is all above and I can be wrapped up in the cold love. Let me come apart in the teeth of a sea beast, to be part of a something that can’t go. When they make a decision to leave, leave me to spread wide with the in and the out of the ever reliable tide. Like below, above is no air, but with no fucking whales, I would never go there. I know it’s easy for me to get carried away, but I’m held together loose. I know the glue won’t stay. There is nothing for me where I came from, not even the coast. I'll just swimming and hope for nothing more than almost. Take me to the father, I would have a word–one I can not speak, but which will be heard. Nobody leaves if not everybody goes. Let’s go find out just how much he thinks he knows. Love now, love forever. Oh, the better to pack in the good days. There should've been ways to exit, maybe to leave, could've avoided deception, could've perceived, should've been left even one thing to believe.. And now? Right! Who made the promise and how was it broke? Say.. how about you learn even one good joke. Call in the bird, call in the fox, never you mind finding the keys, I can pick all of the locks.

Voice of the other one who breathes in me.. honest to the weeds, you can have the air, it’s yours to care for, I’ve no need. Who could believe in the cast they chose? All shadow, all gap. Gravity of the void, widen all the cracks. Call up an image in red, green, blue light: call it white. Let it fade and when there’s a lack: call the something else black. Plastic taste to the myth. Grasping at waste till a fistful of this mist… ugh.. anyway... Scatter the crumbs, wait to look back, take in the measure of the degrees on the new map. I believe slow but something grows from contact. – yeah? Reach up, reach down...whichever, reach out. Visible only after the echo. Not my call, I'm trying to let go. Simply receive until they tell me it’s my time to leave. Lit by star, hungry still, but so far, so very ill. Get me to cliffside, or even just up that there hill. Once the spell is broken, the magic is spent. You can’t go now anywhere that it went. Yes, I hear you fine. But I don’t want your words, I've got mine. Every day less stretch, and I play my best until that sun sets, and I walk back away from the west. There’s a catch to this game. I don’t know the rules but please don’t explain. Ten thousand wings, ten thousand eyes. Outside this land, ten thousand wide. Some desert far from you. Still trying to believe it’s true. Risky inches impressed into the impossibly warm. Chase them far away from here while we await the storm. Big energetic liars with a bold stance: one told me "romance over the unknown", but I won’t give them a chance. I can really be a problem for the order because, well... fuck a border. Fly on the forever-wall until I get the really real call. Keep fresh, keep ready, All prepped and set and you bet we spare not a second thought for the time when there is no rational sublime. Find me, don’t find me, I’ll be here no matter what. The way is clear. The door will never shut.

…with what I assume is a false hope, and never nearly enough soap to get as clean as I would like, I stay well covered in the dark until I have a chance to refocus some of this daylight. I would simply like to sparkle, but only from a few very particular angles. I’m never gonna watch what you want me to. I’m already out the door. Nobody is waiting for me outside, but I’ve been here before. No, I do not want to fuck you if in your bed I am a man. It seems you have erased already anything I am. For the honor, for the reset, for the what is left. I could put everything down if while I’m in heaven I get a few more than seven minutes all alone – maybe just one to wash up. I know I repeat myself but I’m just, like, so shocked, what?! For the hour before there were angels in the tall grass, some part of me... Nevermind, it’s all in the past. I've got a troubling feeling there is something forgot. Can you tell me what the book says about poison if you've swallowed a lot? When done is done, you can pour out the rest. Be assured, there will be a resolution, oh yes. Perceiving as I do, the free that fall fast, I’ll point out which is which as soon as I am asked. Really much more like liquid, indefinable shape. Any outline is a fantasy, one I can not shake. Forever fluid, pressed into form. Poured into the suit in which I am still adorned. Not much of a lady, long time since boy. I am (w)ho(l)ly inside and around you, I’m an ocean, enjoy. My meticulous work is a.. collage. See me shimmer, I am all mirage. What rhythm would get me the right? Top is a target, never need a sight, like, friends are the one desire. Put the fire out.. but I’m always tired. Fall in with a bend and twist. I never did intend this. Who sees, believes me. Good seed, should receive me. Look at that bod, go ahead look and applaud. Never seen the like declawed. All at once I'm in touch with a pricey god, but nobody was looking. Could be just.. I don’t know what, but like always: clean cut. Never new, never unused. Too many, might lose. I was saying that before there were angels in the tall grass, some part of me... Yes, nevermind, past. I've got a troubling feeling there is something forgot. Still wonder what the book says about poison because I've swallowed a lot.

I’ve been much too hasty planning for some after. What I lack still’s a tactic, but with will has come a thrilling pursuit. Though, it’s the kind that means I do not ever take root. I still take an afternoon off now and again, but then spend coin too free. Nice never join me and the price gets higher and higher and higher and yes, I know it’s early, but I’m so tired. Now that I too am toothless, maybe we can get through this thing together – make the soft wet weather. Send your reach to the furthest. The middle is the end. There is only one direction in which to extend. I played the game but there is not a single rule I didn’t break. Could be this is a different game.. but, my mistake. You're invited to our side of the tracks, where the best part’s if you leave, you are always welcome back. Got the signal, unambiguous and very crystal clear. Double-check me, doubt not, or just look, we’re here: arrival. Yes, of course we made it safe. I am a good captain, I have not ever once been late. ...Many in the same vein, trying to lick wounds quick enough to skip the pain. Your frame is askew and it’s true they blame you, but claim the belt, be a fucking champ and see it through. Still a brawler on horseback where you holler from the shore, but in these waves you are easy to ignore. Friction salty whether lightning follows flame. It’s been long enough to have forgotten my name. The spell is broken. Magic word unspoken. Grow branches, bud and bloom. Spring a rack, sprout and blossom a new plume. Nice that you’re reading about a believer reading about a reader reading a book left in a pile in which anybody could’ve left anything. Cater a better surprise even with the soft eyes. The letter embedded around a five and over... slow go slow maybe if I slow down I could think. Maybe. Here's what I know to be true in a sense, somebody started to really put it all down if it was done in a kind thought, but that is how you ended up here with a ridiculous level of rot. It’s not cool to read about if it would not have been avoidable. Never in the first or second or third place, not ever. The baseline is under about a meter of fine clay. Dig it up and make me a spine, okay? Dig it. Signal received, no thanks to the weavers. This bullshit string and coffee can will never fully speak the fever. Who will be the buddy leaning in at my deathbed to whisper the final joke that quick-dissolves the unsaid? I have never met a dolphin who thought me just a joke. Okay, I've never met a dolphin, I’m sorry I spoke. I was having fun until you asked what I mean. I mean what you mean, there is nothing else to glean. Smile, or don’t.

I’m in a fire for the full seven, so maybe tomorrow. I’ll be watching, thinking maybe he chases a car, though, it’s doubtful. Why? Oh, because he’s dead. And while the private is no longer private I get fed. Hunger feels like hope, like thin, like I can float, like "fuck you, let me in". How can heaven be so hard to crack? I’m smart, the fact is that as practical as it seems to me, we don’t agree. Yes, the freight’s heavy, but I can be patient. Studied pupil of group life, I’m very useful. Rage hard. Pull the card magician, I’m the fool. Tool of none: no mind, no rule. It’s for protection… mine. Such lovely cloud cover. Sunlight get behind thee! So much open sky.. too easy to find me. I don’t hide, I just liked it when the rain fell. Flood, wave back when I say farewell. Please take my ghost before the cold arrives. Really I’ve tried to make it a good one while still alive. There is time yet to gather more splinters, but less before the freeze of cold winter. Calm. Maybe.. yeah maybe, there’s a chance we get on well. You can never look back at the long way down where the last one fell. In an effort to fix it, there were bad tricks. Taking too many for the new core to lay down even a few more bricks. I’m here on the bridge, look! It’s all there is: the push we can't ignore. But the far side, until the one day, will stay obscure. Though I know in the widest time all the finest threads in terrible tangles will be made a single line. I was invited. I am a guest. When the faithful want a soft kiss, and the rate gets to to the highest, there will always be the whisper that you’ll get it all with interest. My advisory stance will stay blind to the advancement of my kind, but as for me I’m fine. [...] I've got to get my breath back. What’s all this slack left here after all that. Crush left me for the wing man: beautiful bird, biggest wing-span. Fill the bucket with false teeth and......... With the best of intentions, still instinct is the crush. Here together so high up it will stay just us. In a flash of the tastefully frozen last words and deeds of the twin: "we are those destined to win". Simple trick, simple fraud, one illusion, all left awed. In the next town, come in dream. Take the crown then run the scheme. Never will there be an excess. All and more is needed, never less. What you want let me give. None will ever guess. Still the walk is ever soft. Never off the perfect (e)x. Though you might find rest, you will not forget the west. It seems it's here to stay… Oh, why don't you sing to me, for a little while. Too many words.. I'd be silent, but I.. but I... oh, who knows.. Stuck watching this death march in a stock scene. How can I believe you know what all these rocks mean? You know what, I take you serious, but it's not the same. I will dig until I unearth my real name. Horrible tale. Glory pale as the deep sea. This is not how you treat me.. Be nice! Glass limbs, but, whatever, I never hide. Though it'll be better inside when they turn on that device. Wicked apart from everyone, I’ll take the something else. If it helps then it’s good. Here’s to good health. Intimate evening, but tomorrow back on the road. But really I'd much rather it all slowed. Bienvenue à l’ouest. Still aimed in the direction of the wise men. No surprise then, we have nearly reached the end. With the awful approach of the jaw dragging twins, called down by the cold north winds, this is how it begins. The heat, the run, the dust, the burn, the voice, the turn, the spark, the flame, the sound, the fall, the stain, the cloud, the fire, the rain, the crowd. The flies, the bone, the river, the word, the cost, the breeze, the lost, the bird, the gate, the waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting, forever the waiting.

How small can I make myself? How soft can I speak? Before I pass that lower peak and, reverse complete. For the moment you don’t laugh with me, while I laugh to see the utterly absurd grip I keep on a verb like “to be”. I am not less, but neither am I more than the stuff of which I'm made, and holy fuck what a miracle I can feel afraid. Death does not seem to be the thing about which I’ve been told, but it’s one way to tell the kind of time I try to hold. I am some dust held together by desire. I am a want to stay alive. I am the waves of blood behind me, and the dark toward which I strive. How am I so far from home? With you, I'm alone. Trying to give away my ghost, keeping the host unknown. My inconsistent second person always sounds like more than two, but the number never changes, there is only me and you. I am only more than nothing, nothing more.. I sound ridiculous, who talks like this? Really I wish you would not listen while I keep on this way. It makes me feel too much like I might actually have something to say. I’m a word on the wave of a breath, fully spoken but unplanned. Always perfect in too many ways to ever understand. There will not be silence. Never has there been. From ever there was echo in directionless wind. A broken voice in conversation with itself. So entirely in love with eternal something else. I am defenseless, but all that I might fight against is all in my own senses, and to end this will depend if I can make it to the dark. I built a kingdom just like you, it fits me perfect, and honestly I'd rather simply dance, but I can't stand to let a single word be single out my mouth, the mess remains a mess and I've undressed too far beyond my timid "yes". I know there must be a measure I could take of this space. After all the fact I’m still here must mean something. Caught tangled in a pack of all these working senses. Ever down the line over so many of the highest fences. One or maybe another of the veined armless fools trying to teach me how to play with only known rules. Often it costs everything to get so very lost, but it's a way to cross the plane with no blindfold in an all-consuming wonder that can barely stand to see what's right in front of me, let alone the all that could be if we tried.

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.