Thursday being that day before Friday
when we all get to play out or act out is
not a bad day at all,
so
a big shout out to the friends of Thursday,

I am honored
to hear all your deepest secrets

I'm sorry
I don't want to hear you at all anymore

your secrets cut through my skin
I wonder if I'll ever tell you mine

Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in
wilderness of knees.

Primal truth is dead
I search peacemakers
of nowheres in vain.

Watch my loneliness.
A bronze elephant stands
still in dream traffic.

Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it flows right into our splintered hearts
We are already shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, quite naked
We infiltrated the epicenter of the universe
Just to hear her whisper in the dark