unnerving escalation grinds into my teeth another day the free flow of tomorrow bites at my ankles until I say I've got to run away I've read the books or at least skimmed the notes I've worn your sweater on an eighty degree day I've kept the page torn from the spine I've lived my life according to each line back to the drawing board, I removed all your paintings from the wall in attempts to get over everything I knew I've learned to fall face forward into self I've read the books or at least skimmed the notes I've worn your sweater on an eighty degree day I've kept the page torn from the spine I've lived my life according to each line I've read the books and skimmed the notes I've worn your sweater on an eighty degree day I've kept the page torn from the spine I've lived my life according to each line

wrapping paper placed so gently on my wall beside baskets of competitor's withdrawal golden stars tucked away above your bed carry on, to the west as reality does so far from what it seems, I retract, do my best cleaning decades out of boxes to make room for memories I've yet to fill cloaks and daggers line the dresser's yesterday a repeat of a repeat’s thrill golden stars tucked away above your bed carry on, to the west as reality does so far from what it seems, I retract, do my best

flyaway trees in a late summer breeze completing some life cycle of bugs and the bees compared cheering public from climbing on top of the mountain when it rains they watch people better than them growing money in mud, some cents on the dollar makes an honest day's work whether honest or true sitting back in the field, full count, bases loaded it's a swing and a miss for the fortunate few

broken wood at my doorsteps, a weary sign that I've been pushing this old house to misalign what memories are true to self which ones dissolve against the grain I find a simpler tone in keeping with refrain I keep the keep on the moving x3 in windowpanes between the smoke what's bent to broke what pocket’s lined to break the yolk what yolk still runs what egg remains late kitchen cookie bowl kept still in vain and don't you think there's something low will you lay down laws in state will you learn to compensate will you temper far too late which character defect reigns supreme once it's swept can you call upon your pride to determine, to decide

some intuition paves downhill roads I've been hearing this all night the fog rolls in, connected nodes I've been asking if that's alright my hands are shakin, probably my fault I've been drinkin all this coffee the sky descends upon my head and I'm lookin for a cup of coffee I'm drinking water feeling so alive why do I forget this happens just one more day I said last week maybe I'll break free from habits holding me or maybe one more cup of coffee the shadows fade and the birds do sing I could probably still squeeze this nap in

from the temple and lodge I can see them marching over the bog from the view that I saw I can be them arching my arms in fog playing music of centuries old just to empty the tapes of the edge mood music dining in homes just to delegate truths that they said lessons for leaning and lessons in learning yearning a place in this world a softness still falls on the silence above glistening downward so gnarled

when you see me crawlin will you keep me underground? does the feeling taper slowly with the sound of a newer pilot now cast with souvenirs will you let me suffer, stumblin through these years one step til drownin three keeps me on my toes revel in some woes that keeps me movin so it goes oh so it goes, oh so it goes oh oh so it goes, I'll revel in my woes now can you see me, can you see me now? hey stranger, can you turn the fire down? down to the core, til it's just mid-center no need to implore

he stands so distantly from something anything now to distract with dry horizons amplifying a new method to react the power gently rumbles dry bar sweating in the heat another day without demand another humbling defeat he wakes up in a cold sweat dreaming of that broken arrow sitting distant in the desert feeding fear into his marrow and not unsure just taught obscure he shuffles through the papers an unrelenting modem simply masquerading totems of an antiquated memory succinct hermetic pedigrees he finds the information glued together in a folder marked in pen "shear stress" a new response to algorithms he takes the paper, pockets filled a sunrise breaching on the hill he leaves the office hastily he trips over his shadow and now he waits out by the rocks brandishing a silver blade knowing well this might be his last visceral way to evade an unrelying prophecy he stumbles solemnly to see the broken arrow sitting in between the rocks and brush but there stands the old man holding to a rusted gun fighting over fortune and to leave there must be one they hold still in a stalemate 'til triggers click in concentrate the blade comes swinging softly down a quicker moment to rebound and silence sets in loudly as the two lay side by side one stuck silver in his gut the other swept through by his pride he's bending to the west trying to stand with all his might he's bending to the west trying to make it through the night with power comes great fortune but with fortune comes disease an unreliant method to discover flexible degrees in which one cowers freely with promise to uphold a new freeze over shore it's never felt so cold he reflects on his actions and the life he lived to be such a forming magistrate he hold to coins to agitate an unrelenting memory of how he stands so tall the broken arrow sold off to the corporate recall now of sand with less demand he thinks so of his mentor laying in the sand with silver blade dug deep into his ribs a life so lived with retrospect does rarely bleed a sky so dry he knows that broken arrow is just bending in some warehouse soon to be a powerhouse force driving violence to the lands nothing simple now withstands he misses his appointment book his simple house and fresh outlook his coworkers and daily tasks his records sat on glass his words askew now ever pending bending towards a newer lending bending of the will and sorrow mending borrows of tomorrow bending iron grates so tall to sneak between the greater law of bending lies to newer truths he bends the sky to touch the roof and sit beneath the newer fortune remnants of a lore impending now a certain simple doom tucked between the sheets in deeper corners of the room he bends the iron ever wrought he bends to touch the light he sought he bends to feel sand beneath he bends to reach the truth he seems he bends to simple quartered notions keeping in predicted motions circling the bending fleet upon waters where he meets his newer fortune cursed with blood with synergy and dried up mud the desert now a glancing thought the sand so dry to where he taught himself on patterned recollection moving past some new collection back is breaking, bending power never still, never cowered bending to the will bending to keep still bending fortune missing motives bending over tired feet bending up to miss the mark bending round the water's edge bending through a single image bending to a disappointment bending freely bending bent masses of the people bending lies into a truth bending thoroughly to justify the smaller fallacies that rue the days of forward marching motion bending light through prisms stacked and bending to the lore that kept them pushing him on track bending to the fourth degree bending to a fleeting tree the branches bent in wicked knots and bent around the grave he wrought to bend the faces history had forgotten to never see he bends into the ocean keeping straight within his stride he bends into the ocean with an underlying glide and with last intuition he can glance at sun above it's bending through the atmosphere with glimmers of lost love it's bending memories of final stances in the sand it's bending to the home where he meets with demands there is no solemn retrospect there is no motion for respect there is no drier eye intact there is no bending of the sea there is no bending electrocution driving him to wordless fusion lacking conversationalist he sits beside the sea at rest he inventories all his motions bending memory's emotion he inventories all his motions bending memory's emotion