When opinion is brought. On by suggestion. The anecdote is not evidence. Enough for handouts. . Of daily anesthetic. To disguise the next disappointment.
With broken arms. A nasty note and a dead rat. I carry with me. Her suspension of disbelief. . Why can't I be the genius. Who solved the greatest. Problems of his time?.
Why are people more. Interested in how. A building reaches to the sky. Than it touches the ground?. . She is always lookin' up. As I pull concrete from my teeth.
When the shadows grow long. And gravity begins to let you down. Can the space bound fetus pilot around. And our way out. . Because to me every moment matters.
Are we here to understand or to survive?. We are building mountains. The blueprints are being drawn. Yet breathless words pour from these eyes. Mounds lay like bodies in the morgue side by side.
If bound by complication. The ratio of my exaggeration. Is all mixed up. Is all mixed up between. . Meters and miles. Meters and miles, yeah. Meters and miles, yeah.
How the rapier speaks to flesh. Is not unlike the serpents' tongue. Enlightenment of understanding. Through confrontation. . I'm not using. My perspective as an excuse.