I thought I had made it out
The other side...
Sister, O Sister Weaver, how my heart aches
when I watch you weave the vicissitudes of life...
So sad?
Is it...
TRANSMISSION RECEIVED
MODEL #825RETROS...
In this country, we cover not the craniums
of our women...
He sits upon his throne,
Chin on the pommel of his sword...
When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...
My head groans
as the world spins in the rhythm...
I drop my deaf thoughts into hysteria
That misery that has lots to say...
I'm the pale queen of the silent nights
Your end of eternity that's starting anew...
Freely pilfering through worn pages
Ink haphazardly scrawled...
Seek me not in daylight,
You will find I do not dwell there...