...then maybe there will be space to rest
disease
eats me
my mouth
my head
my eyes
my feet
I am in the floor again
knowing nothing of my mind or what's true
mind says it knows better than I do about you
reality escapes me
but one literal glimmer
the sun
on opposite windows
is orange
and takes them all up
and the motorway is the sea
and the flats are the hotels
and we are on a cold beach
talking shit
and it's all okay
can you feel it?
And all these times I said to all these different people
I'll show you
And I said I'll never show you once, foretelling
That this is something extraordinary
Not just an excuse not to have the courage to speak
Maybe it's better that way
Not to speak
In this age of delusion
For now
Now I am spent
I will sleep
And stop walking into things
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