I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I bought a green macaw, him Jules Verne probably outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a hologram at the park She looked as real as me through the fog Then she melted down to her Turned a million watt candle If I where she went, I would follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of flat Slept on the bench, by the roller
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of painted on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral school China shops and cold towers I and I make to the Caesars Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong of burnt sage make it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving when I hear it We're going down, now, the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall into
And then I'm standing in blinding light crosses falling from the sky
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