Daily Cafard

Inside the keeper's pantry Spied an air hole and got away Outside a horse was standing And though the night was dark I rode away I arrived in time to see the harbour sailing away No, no, no you never left me Back in the keeper's pantry Now I know where I belong among the houseflies But still I think of outside Where all the pain was, where all the pain was I arrived in time to see the harbour sailing away No, no, no you never left me

Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience. And in almost every case, we use up our lives making money, when we should be using our money to gain time.

I am a stranger lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness while the meat in my chest squeezes and teases a hulking hunger groping in motion balance is but a shimmering notion and lurching compelled my soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits perpetually thirsting But I bask in a beautiful byproduct from twisting torque of dichotomy what my eyes do see in this spilling, dead wicked desert it dances born of babble is now raison d'etre for the rabble I sing my soul with tongue a sword in the sunlight thrashing and flashing g l o s s o l a l i a

I arrived in timeto see the harbour sailing away ...