With it/ Whatever

Orest

Truth hangs off half made webs that dangle above

Lies made of silk form the canopy forbidden for us

Ashamed that we tiptoe with our heads tucked in clouds

Pace endlessly apart to force sound

Actors playing roles meant for broken mirrors

Theatrics that embody the worst of any circus

Person to person, stand at the center of creation

100 marks of contempt brands a sick Dalmatian

Patience for mistakes is stuck running on fumes

Restless bodies that never consume, what’s full?

Conclude the games we play without hitting a cue

Do you find me bearable against a jagged edge too?

Do I love myself when the lights turn themselves down?

Dunk my head under deep to skirt around the music I try

to deal with now

What I interpret, what I assume is what strikes fear the most

Passion won’t extend far enough to bear me any sort of gold

All that my efforts amounted to were lines in the sand,

swept away discretely

What I would replace for you to acknowledge me

As time goes by, this hill of beans has the piano bleeding

internal

Guitars gently weep, closely, attempt to make us hear their

purple

Nobody but you waltzes in the reflection of my moon

All that I am should be enough, so why do I take it person-

al?

All that I am is all that I need, so why do I continue to

purchase?

If not me, then who does all your affection end up returning

to?

Interest wears off like molly the morning after

Even dancers have homes to go to

Bridging understanding over cordial is worthless

(So) love dances in the shape of an incomplete circle

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Our toes hover above the ether of consumption

You know my buttons that you want to punish

Praise me, use me, every time I go back and submit

In a field of rubble we were never worth the polish

Tell me the difference between baggage and b-----

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Breathless cycles, breathless without you. With it/ Whatever.

Light my cigarette for me again?