Your Name Is

your secret I become

-s's.

for the past three days there was

no beat or no pulse

even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes

wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane

willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim

I'd never known

anything to be as effervescent as this light

Now, screaming at the black walls

This is all I want and all I was taught

Wonderful things bursting at the seams

I wonder if anyone actually watches me

saturated acid oscillations

falling down and stumbling around

down spiral steps

a rising swarm

metric distortions

white noise whispers

ice skate stepping

outdoor silk and indoor rain

inside outside

down is up

it's all ok alright ok

sit down and breathe

de Dreamland (a soft war)

am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?

dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin

seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin

I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to

but you must do

i guess i should stay and never come out

and wait for the gold to explode

because time is winding in now

the fish hooks look in tides for something

i wish i was just finely thinned out

into nothing

-s's.

you have chosen the path that I don’t understand

The path that I don’t understand

is the path held onto like crutches, you use when you wander through your world

adjust yourself successfully and call your new friends

Maybe it’s all an ego acid trip for me that I dreamt up, an ice cold witch brew breathed into

I always imagine up everything beloved

whatever trace you want to leave behind is made up from the little things you do

the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt

distant view, envy-filled

-s's.

A minor imposition I create, but I insist

it’s a habit that I can’t resist

what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory

like a sun,

like one bright sun in front of me

the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;

the dreams I might not have

ever discovered

-s’s.

i have nothing to talk about

Nothing to say’s so important that it’ll keep the world running

like an HVAC whirring and compressing

Like motors like steel like the factory of fame and dreams

on planet Mercury

in the clouds

through this message I hope that the show keeps on going

help me up the stairs, but

there’s no sky that’s worth living in

-s’s.