now on and on and on and on and on and on til the next time

Were we ever meant to see so much beauty?

                       




                           this much?







i don't think so
while our fingers curl
that window beyond
into our whims

you can crush
you can steal
you can hurt
you can spin
you can lust
you can yearn
you can search

and can too much beauty corrupt the mind?
for I know that it has weakened mine

and what is not is too much

flight back to the old haunt
jammed up with doubt
keep that folly:
I DIDN'T FAIL

I  D I D  N O T  F A I L

but parched and flushed
folding quick
resolute i might be
for a change i'm losing

SHOULD NOT BE AGONIZING
FLURRYING AROUND
WRING MY HANDS
CRAWL OUT THE END

fucked in my ways of making
go on, go on, go on and see

drops heavy
drink thickness
brunt of the blow