Yellow lights
For my eyes
They echo
“Our worst gets worse”

Long moments
As the stain spreads
On the marble over the basin

Zero of
A distance
Precision defends illusions

Count every
Opinion
To captain propped up conditions

Empty in an arc of pride
Boats against the current

I need some meaning I can
Memorize

What is the trick
What is the trick
What is the trick here

What good does it do you
To believe in good things
I hear the wind
At a higher pitch
I sit all alone
Alone and unpunished
Too big for us
As we are now

Empty in an arc of pride
Boats against the current

I need some meaning I can
Memorize

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