a way out - one way or another...
From the agricultural motherboard
to the endless cotton candy and back again -
back again, until there is no way back again.
Eärendil, lucky bastard - didnât have to hold a black tag
waiting for a girl to call his number.
Cold sweat, tan uniforms, black tags:
no Tolkiens to tell their tales,
just yes or no - life or death.
Petite girl, heartless - cold as the glass,
dark as the X-ray stargate, her hands as fast as a vanishing
event horizon when it leaves the crew
no way back again.
Petite girl, heartless - I wonder if you ever had a home
perhaps beyond the cotton candy mountain
in the middle of a glitter-green motherboard.
No way, no way, no way back again.
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Brew a mug of peace - salty and bitter, but hangoverless.
Preserve my meat, I guess. Maybe Iâll be a burger another day,
to match my misaligned desires.
There are 50 shades of good life and death -
for a moment, I'm 51st.
Cross your fingers, hope to die;
crossed a line, they wonât tell you why.
The cross was a blight from the start.
Dying is a classic art.
