Listen closely
Hear the watches ticking
Put yourself where you wish upon the timeline
Bend it with your toes, watch what happens
You are standing between two lenses,
you see nothing as it is
Submerge your face into those liquid lenses
Wear your leather gloves and swing upon those ropes
Dodging falling eight-track cassette tapes
And trying to find the princess
Before she crashes that needle into her veins
What unholy grail am I after now?
What music would I like to hear?
Will I be the center of a spinning wheel
or smacked against the spinning wall,
a centrifugal castrati singing so high
that only dogs tumbling surround me,
fumbling humans unable to hear or understand?
Don that armor of skin and
Realize that nothing
is as
it was
before
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