i left it all numb'
                       machines made to prod don't know anything

              i asked for too much


    handed                 a-n   out          rage-charge
          now hardning so hard in blessed golden red rainbow sunshine

     still and flat like a picture
                               too manny marks to remember


and fade to white. but bled blue clean... no more. gross miscalculation and explosions foam
i suppose
i suppose
a ring does travel ... to here.

no babe. babe? babble. shadow.


a little looser.



i fall frozen . fuxin.


slippery fabric and forgetting how to love.