while paving over the archipelagos of my daily dread i send a voice from my quiet desperation to the summit of a Cliffhanger by proxy. i phone-in my last nerve. i know perfectly well that tomorrow will come with all the profound garments befitting a Fool. I will love like I knew I always would. but something will go wrong… because Reasons.
And something will go right... because it’s Crazy.
II
Nowadays i keep to sleeping on the floor of a private hell - the envy of every cave I’d lost my way in. I endure the radio of your ravenous flaws and curtail - the ferocity of your mild amusements… by gathering a soul glut of gargantuan misery. savoring the private desolation of my sincerity. with a feather in my sap. all the while against the spectacle of our solemn hootenannies. harboring hangnails in barrels of confiscated rain…. For Nowadays my purpose is a ruin mending a landscape with all my Vanishing.