Time spent yesterday is repeated today.
To that as to all things end is important.
Amen to everything.
It sees everything.
It says Amen to everything.
Come Hell or high water.
Come down the flow and beat.
Streaming down this spate of days, this endless spate of days.
Screaming my voice out, thinking my mind out, wearing my life out, turning the inside out.
Exploiting decay before the world turns away.
Rewards are dust, a notion of how it feels to be locked in the head, locked in the longest stare.
It tears the skin to find a way through and lingers when there is nothing to pursue.
