Everybody knows something they are unaware of. When it filters in and goes out. Flowing through a sponge in our head. Swirling. Some glitters like the waters of true knowledge.
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest places if you look at it right
-The Grateful Dead
Sate as a fate
Sate as a fate,
In your state you contemplate…
With Satan as a brother,
The sate will always find another.
To gorge oneself with pleasures
one goes to many measures
The detail that you missed:
Satan does a job of convincing you he does not exist.
The game went on. Your eyes never dare touch the ground. It must be hard to stomach.
Sitting rigid on a branch, I watch you dance circles around yourselves. Put your corset on and take a deep breath.
They’ll be infected but it’ll all be alright. You’ll die happy in the game.
How the P presses on and the the Es squish the S’s squiggly courage.
Ending with a D that matches the P in an asymmetrical flourish.
Don’t they feel slightly squirmish in their charactered shell?
They don’t squirm because when they present themselves, they look well.
Across my street
I never knew he existed until that night
After which I became so self conscious of my bedroom light
Does he think about me too?
Wonder the things we can do
I don’t want to get to know him better
Because if I will my perception of you will shatter