I don't quite know the way this goes.
The message passed right through me.
Far from me, Its thin as dust.
All the words so soothing.
It's name was framed, and on this day
the blender's blades start moving.
This is where we need the suture.
All the psalms are falling out.
Careful not to lose it, and bring this to its mouth.
Even he knows, you shouldn't count the crows,
when your cornered to the map.
There's that one you despise.
During this change.
New plans are made.
Endless counts of service.
Can I attempt to bruise it?
Is all of this allowed?
Am I the only one to use it?
Because of what I saw?
I guess I'll learn to use fire for the burn.
If I'm cornered to the map, you're the one I despise.