You are trying to avoid everyone and yourself without the aid of sighs. I am unleashed into the dark of this damaged sentence. Something between us discorrelating the words syncopating our conversations into bickers, failures, breakdowns, stages of which henceforth I declaim. An accidental loss of faith in poetry chainlightnings unto the dry pastures and grand populations, vanishing to the lowest possible frequency of solitude. A school based on loneliness in the shape of old things to travel the ancient distance like a pilgrim to wear frail new costumes before they are seen. Then to town to be strayed at a table in forgettable bliss tangent to previous revelries but cleverly lushed in leaves, lights slipping through the music of a door slamming shut and cells dissolving. The damage is in danger of lowering through drains like the sediment and remainder of rebellion after being beaten back to a chapter of a book no one reads. Reality, my bitter assessment of tarnishing equations, falls to needing nostalgia quick in times of melting and nothing but dubious crowds in frantic towns. I ring round like rocks of planet shattered frozen but the music stops for mythology cannot reach out here in your woodfloored waiting hall of telephone and stale beer. It is because the wrong words have escaped my navel in the awkward silence when all was determined as related to my imprisonment, my occupation, my naming. This game has got to shining stop its ways of balance and break to chant the final judgement with level drooping grins to a gang of humorless pedestrians dozing on their barstools. I rose glorious and clumsy through the strata of taxing times. I murmured useless directions while the crash advanced. I worshipped at the empty shoebox of all misunderstanding. So here’s another coil of melted metal and slanted bombs to carry secretively under my shirt like a tattoo in the radiant wound of continual hopefulness, bleeding desire.