from nothing and nowhere they arrive
and I am my own apparition scaring myself to death-
sometimes without warning in the most strangest of ways
I become one with all other phenomenon passing through
these slow summer light filled spins of the coin heads you lose
tails they win while a thirst raging in my mouth tells me to drink
drink it all down because you need the medicating waters that fall
from the sky which cloudless after rain is as blue as a babies eyes
and take advantage of the machinery that pumps it into the tap
that keeps you alive to the possibility of escaping the next trap
laid by an as yet unseen hand of the foe who lives just down the road
connecting us all to the very real transportation of the modern world