gone.
the edge of disaster
heartbreak and thrill
75 past noon
gasoline on emergency spares
running past the candy corn
eyes trickle down the sides
i've nowhere to turn
no one i trust
not even myself
skeleton stimuli
overrun by carnival wheels
spinning round, round
as i search for familiarity
the edge of disaster
the edge is gone.
climax ended.
urine in the child's pants
has finally
aired dry.
this feels like an ending.
it feels like something that requires thinking
but i don't feel anything
like a normal unordinary person would feel.
no..
this is the rebeginning.
and we hope the change
is pleasant.
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