Lights cresting fallen heavens
As I still spin in dead-end meditations
Mind is questing, never resting
Grasping for more unspent levitations
“It is hopeless, a waste of time” I tell mind.
Again and again as I still spin in dead-end meditations

I am the mucky footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You’re beautiful and you’re growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your ...

Rush hour veins. Heaven or heathen?
Will the electric pulse ever find peace? Even for a moment
Ongoing trains. Bettered or beaten?
Will the kinetic swing ever be pleased. Where’s the atonement?
Computer chains. Tether or treason?
Will the genetic soul ever have ease? Even for a moment.

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Unfilling the vaccum we rotate inside
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