Start And Pause
Hopesfall / Jay Forrest
the tight lipped fever found her way
again with one embrace a rapid pulse
could give it away. and she'll move on
to where we must have been milleniums
ahead of comprehending.
synchronized time collapsing
and she'll move on ..with foreheads
numb we move to feel ...and set the
clocks aside we move to synchronize in
stares, in start and pause. oh my god we
were not intended for this tight
lipped fever that found her way again.
tongues explode in our archaic demise.
time forgave everything within her to
discover disguse a convenient lapse of
a memory.