Why, all the Saints and Sages who discussd Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatterd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with my own hand labourd it to grow: And this was all the Harvest that I reapd I came like Water, and like Wind I go Into this Universe, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like Water willy nilly flowing: And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not whither, willy nilly blowing What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
And, without asking, whither hurried hence? Another and another Cup to drown The Memory of this Impertinence! And A blind Understanding! How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute? None answerd this; but after Silence spake A Vessel of a more ungainly Make: They sneer at me for leaning all awry; What did the Hand then of the Potter shake? Hes a Good Fellow, and twill all be well Then said another with a long drawn Sigh, My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry: But, fill me with the old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by and bye!
So while the Vessels one by one were speaking, One spied the little Crescent all were seeking: And then they joggd each other, Brother! Death is just an excuse to forget you. Now we run from ourselves. Hope lies not in the mirror. I'll burn alive for you. This is the last time I say your name.
The crackle and hiss from the walls. You smile like a catholic in heat. Just don't forget what you've done. Just don't forget. This is the last time that I say your name.
Forget the fuck away from me. The child is sleeping under the wires. Spitshine Sonata I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was just a child.
My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward the horizon. As we keep starving for this beauty we are sick with distance. Grieving for his failure. We are sick with distance. Starving for this beauty. You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. This is the last chance that you will get to breathe my name into his chest. Only the deaf find peace. Only the blind won't reach.
We Are The Industry You plug me in and turn me on. Turn on me. I am your device of manufactured hope. You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood. I am your trophy wife shaking hands with your guests. Hi my name is "yours". The unfortunate ones will be spared. We are the industry. I'm sorry but your name is not on the list. Your results do not comply.
Your ashes will fuel the machine. We are the birth and the death. Nothing We Say Leave This Room Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city lights that we fell in love with. Paralyzed and paranoid, we withdraw the hands we held. This is beginning to get ugly, dear. You feed me to the lions. Now the tongue becomes the bridge between broken teeth.
Now you feed me to the lions. How we reach for the arms but only clasp the knees. How we reach for each other only to die alone.
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