This Place #1: Stuck

This Place #1: Stuck / Original: Thursday, September 17, 2009 at 5:45pm

When pure gloom encompasses body
Feud is wrapping without guilt
Mind's advice is to fly away
But again I yield; I'll do it other day

Five, O', something...
This is the matching key
Five, O', something...
This is what I need

Feels like a duppy lives here
Silence, as even the deads sleep
I can't profane this state
Province of the inanimate one

Nine, six, three...
The certain way to leave
Nine, six, three...
Route to a still-alive spot

If I can't change terms
I still can change location
Ply money to get on the flight
And never do the same road back

Eight, four, something...
Right object to find the grace
Eight, four, something...
Long, exhausting, necessary

Passable fence, a block I can shift
Now or later this epoch will cross its end
I'll win the not exist foe of stillness
Belay your belts, drive begins

Five, O', something...
Nine, six, three...
Eight, four, something...
Bring me beyond horizon
Far away