A measure and a measuring stick
An accumulation of notes like so many other pile-ons
A warning that there is something happening nearby
Let go of applause and spotlights
Let go of new-found features, New Foundland, nurseries
Build the world one noun at a time
It's how we do, but it won't be ok forever
They want more: more worlds, more loves, more lovers
Must-haves vs. already spents
Collision and noise and heat and blood
Collisions and noise and heat and everything you ever wanted
Collisions and hear it?
It's getting minor, it's getting drawn, it's getting water
This could be where it all begins
We went to the moon for the first time like yesterday
Close your eyes tightly and wait for tomorrow
She's coming
1 comments:
I hate waiting. I'll meet her if she gets here, gets out of the tumble of pile on and accumulation. Somehow, though, I can play The Cure still.
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