All of this compressed into a few seconds:
She’s got love and she’s looking her best
She looks great in her pink dress.
White noise - singing
Nightmare - bringing
Sick sea – brings me
Real thoughts – real gone
I say, “What would you do if my eyes popped out?”
She says, “What would YOU do if your eyes popped out?”
Black noise – screaming
Day dream – leaving
Blue skies - violence
Dark eyes - violence
I wonder if the water used to be clearer.
I wonder if the air used to be cleaner.
I wonder if the forest used to be greener.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers
Now I wake to find that we were dear to each other
What I am I cannot see
While invisible fingers tap on my heart like a gentle breeze
Listen my heart to the whispers of the world
Listen to the tangled net of sins unfurl
Listen to the silence smile like an empty cave
Sing me a song dig me a grave
I swear it with my right hand down:
Listen to my heart to the silence in the trees
And all the sounds of the birds and the sounds of the bees
This whole place seems like such a mess
And I'm just thinking about Amanda's pink dress.
All the rest expanded into dreary hours.

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