With enough time in the bag
It’s easy enough to forget ones depth
It’s easy enough to forget ones depth
Wherein Youth disquieting Mountains are easily traversed
Or at least ostensibly
Age lends its devices to analysis
In this quiet dream
Self slowly erodes
Giving way to the: self as other
Or at least ostensibly
Age lends its devices to analysis
In this quiet dream
Self slowly erodes
Giving way to the: self as other
Insofar that the identity we relate as “I”
Becomes the myriad of faces
Beyond our sleepy souls
each day our flesh fails infinitely
Becomes the myriad of faces
Beyond our sleepy souls
each day our flesh fails infinitely
To free our broken organs
from the cage god’s slaves have created
Maybe the sedentary frequency
and the leering towers of industry
Blur our vision from accurately percolating the madness
Maybe as age cascades over us
We have less to prove
For my money
It’s all for her
Every last fucking enervated breath
from the cage god’s slaves have created
Maybe the sedentary frequency
and the leering towers of industry
Blur our vision from accurately percolating the madness
Maybe as age cascades over us
We have less to prove
For my money
It’s all for her
Every last fucking enervated breath
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