Outsmart the fever
and take us farther from
the killing life in capsules, 
     a life that can't belong

If I wake up dead to world,
with the helm at my command
The reaching out of this...
Oh, faced tomorrow
in the eleventh hour, beckoned closer

 

Now as nightfall sends it's grace
oh, cue to enter, the insatiable ideal
slam it shut

But the portal pounding lingers 
     What it is, is time undone?
I cannot falter in the security of labor
   Was I supposed to believe?

Where did I sign? 
did I miss the Auction?
Oh where my life..
Where did I sign?
Did I miss... the Auction?

Went the half mile,
wondered when the resolution would come

Life became to solid,
Dilluted by the essence of denial.

Caught in fire's eye
the self and the filter that is I

      My lip was venom

 
Words formed in my mouth,
      and hid beneath thr tongue...

           never to be..

                never to be seen..