Old places fade hard, and no matter how long

You row upstream, the water still makes waves

That carry the rest of us away

Carry the rest of us away, carry the rest of us

You are what you weep, from your head down to the sleet

Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place

Void in all hints of home

Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose the fragile beauties of motivation

A whir of warning winds signal me back to birth

Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose your mold

"They laughed to all the intrusive music

They danced hard enough to wake from a non fiction-based nap

They killed me when I couldn't be a source of entertainment

Strung like a puppet to every degree of debt

In social contribution by the migraine"

Our fight keeps using a voice that needs rekindling

I promised wet weather to myself

From the moment I set foot into my own autopsy

Past all the shimmer, beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates of those without a set of eyes to make contact with

"There is but the utter of all necessaries

Pushing ones that brimming light

Through the dregs of apartment life

A necessity that leaves me short of breath in the end"

Watch with your heart, run with your gut

Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams