Between The Truth and the Surface
Automatic.
Without a prayer of cognition
Slipping away the thought temp to bare
Squeezing the distance
Where would you rather be?
There I am lost beside the vacuum
Betting on the fringes
Looking for a better platform
Liquidate, Complicate
My soul advised in a million different directions
I try to speak
But its not you I hear that is listening
My breath is short
It one knows one name--constantly, ceaselessly
In between the my thought, one way to the next
All of me wanders through Plan F
Before I knew Plan D
Do you want more prayers; better questions?
Do you want better references?
The perils of seeing them the one and the same
Release me from the fallout
Projections that don't need advice
They just need better labels
Where are you, this war left to construct?
Further are we, what is easier to agree?
Some versions need an index
Others a common thesaurus
I can leave you this tale to behold:
My version promised between truth and the surface