It starts with one thing
Then the echoing
The feedback loop begins
The clock hand cuts within
My eardrums hum hard, it's
Lightning arc, cracked glass, cardiac-arresting
Endemic post-traumatic, digging up the dead
Every sharpened knife dulling in my head
Or:
The here-and-now is there-and-then
That road that "her," that hopeful end
That record on repeat
Only plays the first week
It skips and starts again
Each time more unaware of how it ends

It skips and then again
And then again
It skips and then again
And then again

That "Nothing real" meant the whole world to me
Skin and bone like a tome
I wrote it all on you
Reading into text what we needed
Til the lines were too blurred to interpret it
Time to time, I still catch it
Night to night, a gypsy moth to lamp-lit limerence
Late June in Illinois
I'll meet you late, I'll meet you too late
Once more round the lake, to take in that desperate haze
Maze manic, hang to what was felt
Not what it was

It will pass me like a fever
But it skips and starts again
And then
It skips and then again
And then again

"Nothing real" meant the whole world to me
Skin and bone like a tome
I wrote it all on you
Reading into text what we needed
Til the lines were too blurred to interpret

"Nothing real" meant the whole world to me
Skin and bone like a tome
I wrote it all on you
Reading into text what we needed
Til the lines were too blurred to interpret
That record on repeat the first week
The road, the heat
It skips I'm back again
In every skip a gulf do rend
In echo-send
And all at once
Once more, postwar
Post-sure
Quick to quench, the iron tore
So let us melt down and back to ore

Why'd you come here in thrill of night, under satellite
I never noticed them before