Vanishing back in ’89
Casualties of ’89
A conductor’s timepiece…
doing time
A clockwork of technicolor breakdowns
And, races to the finish smeared with red tape
Cheers of holding on, discoveries that came much too late..
Vanishing in ’89
Family values of a primitive kind
No matter how white the snow may currently be
it has no choice to soil itself down
It is in the deficient nature of the beast
Running down in ’89
With no importance of the finish line
Can a new reality be forged
Can we allow tainted walls closer to
the heart…
Can yesterday beckon a seasoned start
Vanishing and gone… back in ’89
Closer, closer, closer to fine
No matter how secluded those that were dear
No matter how sequestered they appear
Beastly bones are nothing more than a…
Handed down meaningless antique
Vanishing in ’89
I wonder back to the screeching night
and
where to draw the darkest of fine lines
Be chivalrously autonomic
Being intimately private to true bone
Being in internal love, one but not alone
