close it all down!
close it all down!
im telling the darkness some foreign lies on you
did you tear the pages out of
this cold wet evening?
did you finally tell the toaster how you truly feel?
we are all just well oiled kneecaps,
with bits slowly sinking away
we are all just waiting to ask
what did you expect from me?
close it all down! in my town, we don't talk about things like that
close down my town!
it is a formless cave with no boundary lines
and no one is allowed to use their name
you can still see the clouds in the dead of night,
and that brings me a comfort
without a doubt
my town is shut, the dark has been told a lie
so i guess i can finally shout goodnight
i am always slow and stoic in the early time then
fall into a permissive state of
evening attire i am suddenly
being summoned and doing things always
i never sit still! there are always things to be moved, said and done
ultimately trying to find a sense of nice in what is certainly
my own discomfort
trying to make the word 'happenening' less bleak and overt
drink warmith from a cup in the late time and fall into a more
natural sense of comfort, scoop the sun out of the sky
whilst it is doing its leaving and keep it all mine tonight
existing in the contradictions of today and knowing it will soon
all come to an end
whether there is comfort
there is no more dying left to do today
nature has sort of undone its waistcoat and let out a big sigh
of relief that sits nicely
in that space between lunch and dinner
in that space where everything swells and expands
into what was, what is -
(and what could be later on)
comfortably resting back in the armchair
(sipping on hot things that slide smoothly down)
i exist mostly in the wind blowing beyond
where my mind can really imagine i look out of the
window and i see the eyes of the trees
glancing back at me
i think (again) to dying wildlife and wonder if we are all done for today
are we all done with the dying for today,
or is there more left to do?
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