This wave of solitude
I've been riding since I hit the road
Calling you
From the heavenly sky
From that secret place we agreed to meet in our dreams
And now I feel the fire of the breaking chains
And when the lightning strikes
That's when I'll make my escape into the world that we created
And though I can't
Look into your eyes no more
I won't
Forget the way they looked so perfect
Gleaming off the sunset
As I took a walk it occurred to me
I've been cursed
Incurably so it would seem
As the years went on
I would often try to break it
Only to end up feeling worthless
Stupid and frustrated
The first stop on that journey led to pain
The next couple dozen all ended in blame
Bloody lips and an elixir of shame
So I sat
I thought
I prayed and I stared
I meditated
Until it all became clear
That I've always had the power to move on from the past
I went home
And shaved off my mustache
And though I can't
Look into your eyes no more
I won't
Forget the way they looked so perfect gleaming off the sunset
Come on let's go baby
I'm a take you on a cable car ride
You be Joan Crawford I'll be Clark Gable
Love is on the run
Love is in the air
Pick em bare
With no comparison
One flew
Over the coocoo's nest
Two festering wounds in jest
Hestia's heavenly quest reflects
Projecting the best
Forlorn regrets
Pacifist
The last alchemist
Archimedean screw of Syracuse
Pleiadian cylindrical spherical juice
Seduce the cactus roots Induce the visions
Precision
Produce the caduceus reduced
To the thirteen loops of the hypotenuse
The plot in which I lay myself to rot in thickens
Emitting posthumous glimpses of the flock of Akhenaten
Listen
To the tock and tick
Precessional star clock
Skyes open up
Lord of the flies
The king and I
What
I went home
And shaved off my mustache