Killing time until time kills us
again, is this the basics of our basis?
The catatonic sweep the catacombs
again, sleep through battered wombs, turn
back again, don’t look back again Orpheus, or fear will win
again, fix your eyes on music, fix your highs with new muses
swap your swooning stoops for swoop
I think time is telling us
stop strangling things – give it our lives.