The lake dictates the news with absence,
A silent swoop
She hates supply and demand
My world an empty room
With words like
"I will take real good care of you"
Can a god spill milk?
Kissing feet to watch the hours wilt
Desperately decide between the hoax and the shrine
I wandered around a shapeless station
And soliloquy clouds
That nebulous dichotomy town
I am all of it
Clocking in the dreaming I could quit
Disobedience like between the shackle and the strife