The Worth of Words

This house of god is the sole sanctuary The Church has ever deigned to offer me Something in a blast for me is fired Under roof as empty as the barrel

Sous le pavé la plage Sous la plage la paix Sous la paix cette voix. Qu’on m’apporte la lueur Des étoiles explosantes; Les racines de vos yeux. Les bêtes métalliques Pourraient m’écraser, Mais laissez-moi, Laura. Thank god I’m alive. Thank god I’m alive.

Somehow I feel so calm. Like the universe is hurtling And the stars are blurring But I'm still on the axis. I can feel time flow over My forearms like a balm, A cooling, infinite river Roaring with utter potential. This air is so crisp. Heaving in, sinuses become My most welcome vacuum, And the wind takes my hand. I am the peak. I am the core. For the first time ever, I think I might understand.

Let me read By the light Of the bridges I'm burning

Paris or London; Both contain the man I want to see And the man I don’t want to become. Slowly becoming adept to that life, To count the concrete among my dearest. To find a certain beauty in the fast To let myself be slow amongst the most. Learning satisfaction in solitude. Should these be then my aim, Thus reads my happy epitaph.

A little bit drunk A little bit plump A little bit triste. He'd be so proud of me. I just wish I could tell him, If but one last time.

This field is clasped In the sharpest gold; I would cut myself To lie upon it. Such a poisonousness Little Hamlet. Yet here comes the Norm.

Night will have me, Height of maybes Right will he be Might of Hades

"Who's a pretty puppy?! Who's a handsome boy????" I say to the wolf Eating my trachea "Oh this is lovely! What a marvellous drink." - I try to pronounce it, 'Hydro.. clon..ic..?'