This Pen of Darkness

This road you paved for me has become anfractuous

Counting every breath

Check your bordereau

It's printed with an ikat

Skedaddle

All this world can be is serotinal

All this world can be is pari passu



I was born drowning

Like a roach in a mall

A mole’s den in a concrete ash tin

My friends are on the other side of the looking glass

Dying each day and safer than I

I’m feeling compressed

The weight of the world on both sides

Current so turbulent he tosses us around

Left standing on your hands

Can’t tell up from down



Come home so we can auspicate

Come home