The distraction machine, our plastic dream, sew last seam through bottom lip Tipped off of ship, sheet bound tissue is ripped, living form clipped to fish food Always in a bad mood, waiting on the never happens, inevitabilities stacking Reef wrapping around your sea urchin heart, leaping off cliffs with no running start Failure practiced as art, life pushed around in a cart, walking on rusty needles and darts Hate wheedles silently into our hearts, once that ice starts it keeps spreading Look at where we're heading, treading ever closer to the chasm's drop Brain stops with the thought, caught in the dark and you must move across Ever conscious of where the next step might toss you, tumble and humble and break you Escaping will make you take two, reflect, we're all subject to the same strain Fear is a head game that even the sane can't contain, one must simply maintain We think things are tame, but beyond the flame, eyes strain from a loud darkness