Color warp inward greatest show. We’re going to see the inversion lift. Load in the fire and give it air. Fan the whole shift of flames. Beautiful golden heat veins. Following through. There is much alive in us I know we can find a way. To accept what is wrong and get through even still. I know we can find a way. ¶ I wonder what is really true. To abide by a name that’s new. I know I could feel something riled moving through the forever phase of this blimey fog. I could see my friends finding their ways into obscurity. I could hear their voices trail the dynamo of resultant spew from the glacial-moving honors’ snow. I was held together and I was fired through. I was called to act on a great escape. I wondered where the highs of the medicine went when I had to up the dosage and I found I felt nothing. “Too much desensitization, bring me back again.” And rill the greatest show. We’re going to see the inversion lift. Would you like to come along? It should be great. It’s all the rave. I hope you know. What it looks like, seeing the mountains range the horizon’s growth. I wanted to call up the shame away and love on you. I wanted to make us whole again. I was called to make a great escape. And hurt me, as I hurt you. To make us brave in a way alone people unalone are not the only ones able to understand. There are glows in the grit of the rubble on the side of your face, waking up in abandoned cities where today finds another one of your selves alone. When what it means to really be alone doesn’t seem to make sense. In a world where you may very well be the only one. Who knows. There is a way that all of us dissipate for you, though I can never know. And nothing that is remains. And all I can say is, So… what do you want to do today? The great forgotten greatest show. Turn into bits of rememory lost on the dance idle shifts into Moorish winds and midnight. I call can you cable this rest I’ve done til the rest is gone. I know; I know. What you want doesn’t sit right, but the seat is occupied by your body so… What film of the world do you try to see through? Why, I wanted to show you: the mountains’ heads nodding off and on in the way they went over there and everything. Not a late di stro. Am luck and palpable. Am crushing fatal blow. ¶ Gild a frequent rose. Become what’s only you. Way you dance, lady practical, lent to nondescript, not to talk about non sequiturs too much, but I may be gone for blue. Dark-dark dark blue wants me again. And I tend to get overtaken by that song in my head. It plays with French horns and steel-beam violins and cradled harp guitars that rave on touch. It knows the way to the honest few. It doesn’t pretend it’s a way to go. It lays supine and lights and bends. The rest of the day becomes an ink droplet in the purview. To test the way two soul-halves comprise a single one. At a glance, we’ve been burned by our own blaze. And the tri-partite entity of you become a lesser power, so the world can bend as it does in your dreams the street before outstretched above you. You can watch the moth of love in a light that fairs become attracted to the future and fly forward forgetting what’s now for a destination that’s never there. You can become something like a sage in your own right, this hour, and melt into plain view. Knowing nothing in practical scale. Submit to your higher power. Melt into plain view. ¶ I believe we may have lost the plot, at times, though I cannot say for sure there was never a way to understand. The rest in flow, the water, the honest man. The hand that graced the shoulder of a dying friend. We were all too young and reckless to really know. Rend ablaze a finished spark. Come up out of the blundered lieu. All of us are waiting on the other side for what kind of a person you might become when we are gone and the rest is said already the same thing over and over nothing read. There is a place in light that is honest, too. There is a place in light that’s honest.