69 Times

I feel it tighter
The flow moving slower
I anticipate
The flow stopping

Nothing passes
All is possible
One encompasses

I have always been here
It feels so new
Since the first time
I hold it to my chest

Omniscient waves break
Over the bough
Everything for all
Who feel the spray

Gather round and listen
To the voice of wisdom
To the voice of treachery
To the voice of reason
They are all the same color
They are all the same
They are tighter
They are flowing slower
The flow



When the copper stops buzzing in your brain
And the sweat pours down your neck
I will be there to hold you when the spasm begins

The application of pain is the measure
Tolerance raises the bar for the next
It’s hard to tell where the victory lies
The strange attractors have done their damage

Down deep, enveloped in gloom
Cast by the only bulb in the cavernous hall
You prepare to put on your show,
Daring to expose all in attendance
As patrons of the darkest art of all

You mime kindness
Whisper intimacy
Talk of hope
Shriek out love

The cacophony deafens
Voices drawn tight
Refusing to admit
That the one thing they have in common…
Is the hardest thing
To achieve



When the edges get stretched
They crack and crumble
They let things in
Things change
And the value decreases
Except to those who know

Be one of the ones
That look for stretched, cracked
And crumbling edges
Smile at imperfection
Seek out something damaged

Edges that crack and crumble
Allow things in as well