fumbling in the dark

i should never have thought the future to be grim

listening to silence what an irritating sound

white noise you’re distorting my mind merging into 6/4 beats, strange faint instruments                                crescendo crescendo
i’ve lost a piece to this jigsaw?

[[“i got a hunch its under this cushion… you’ll find it in no time”]]

i relax and turn to that voice
a painful pleasure
did the box come with that piece or has it

always been missing?

[[[“it was there for me”]]]

encore! encore!

our next gig is solo i’m afraid

where! tell us where!

in the darkest corners of the imagination where the reaper will shove guts down my throat to gag upon. forcing parasites to scuttle around my bulging veins towards my popping eyes

they all think i decided on choosing the joker card today
they all think that identifying with the king was too hard

lucky cat quit shaking your arm

i’ll find it
peer around your brown box licking up your ashes
searching searching
you could never keep lilies alive

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