it'll settle down before long.
in the left half-plane our
distorted polarities glisten and,
naturally,
all mechanisms leak:
the house gets colder,
the radio becomes static,
we
consistently feel different.
how'd daylight get so aphasic?
where were we when words
struck gold, moved out,
found a better life?
and all the while
the transfer function of our insides
slunk so out of sync;
i guess i'm kind of sorry.
'cause
the last transient to fade
would be you,
but,
you know
how unsigned possibilities,
cupped in our palms,
seep out, like
i leave the windows open
all night long.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
it'll settle down before long.
in the left half-plane our
distorted polarities glisten and,
naturally,
all mechanisms leak:
the house gets colder,
the radio becomes static,
we
consistently feel different.
how'd daylight get so aphasic?
where were we when words
struck gold, moved out,
found a better life?
and all the while
the transfer function of our insides
slunk so out of sync;
i guess i'm kind of sorry.
'cause
the last transient to fade
would be you,
but,
you know
how unsigned possibilities,
cupped in our palms,
seep out, like
i leave the windows open
all night long.
i've been paying too much attention. don't say i said so, i don't know.
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