this song has been on repeat since last night when it came up on my ipod's shuffle. e had initially sent it to me, but i guess it was just needing the right moment to be officially integrated into my music collection, and that time is now. winter winds are blowing away our summer. the flavor in the air, moving the trees and invading my house through open windows was almost creepy last night. az in the hospital. california reduced in size to memories. the slow motion turning of a 180 spin on the freeway. life has just been a little weird in the past thirty six hours.
take on another shift
palms in the middle, hands in the middle
work out another rift
something is muffled, another juggle
this is a foreground
it is a foreground
a cross country miss
take direction, can’t connect it
i’m afraid this is
ten detected, nine in a wreck and…
a little jetty fight
pattern evolving, motion insolvent
something about this might
take all evening,
i’ll just be cleaning
this is a foreground
it is a foreground
p.s. mom, you can watch it here.
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