I had dreams,. That frightened me awake,. I happened to escape,. But my escape.. . Would never come,. Would never come,. Would never come,. Would never come..
I was spinning my big wheels. They were stuck and I was stuck to them. The night was clear. and I was queer. And I was only of age one year. . I was on the cusp of a breakthrough.
So long to the. the days you grow sad of. And you. try to find. Not much for you to hold. The more. That you hold the. The more you feel alone. And wait.
Finding the fluorescence in the junk. By night illuminates the day. Finding ancient language in the blood. Fading a little more each day. . And if you've got a lot of pain.