prayer acts as referee between the heart and mind
I grow flaming lungs to blow the ocean back
I laugh because I'm in command
reality is a drunken feeling
the piano knows the words that dwell deep in the soul of all who desire mercy for their commanded lives
behind simple foolishness is a tongue calloused by imagination
graves will fill deep and set by time, with everyone living in a hurry to escape the inevitable sleep
I make plans to review my weaknesses and repair my faults, then eat and drink and watch the list burn in the candle lit for that purpose
the clock never thinks to stop it measures our hearts our dreams and laughs at the wind
there is no need for speaking with more than our eyes