A wave from above rolling in is stuck in the undertow that takes medicine with a side effect all stagnant and motionless. We sang all the same. The notes were matching up. We’re saving the best for last. A note, we’ll get to it. The hum of the engine is on the last leg that’s limping to a beat that is skipping the whole point and note that is dragging out, making a line in the sand. A statue crumbling. A leak in the attic is on time for dripping a rythm. The state of the sky’s all we need to gloom out on everything and drink to the bottom of all of the bottles that get in the way. I’m rolling a note out to sea. It’s dodging the land like an old stray that’s well off alone in the cold night. We’re giving all we’re getting. A bottle to land, note to read… I ain’t down & this is the new high. We’re sinking to heights that ain’t low enough. We’ve gotten all we’re getting. We’ve got it all. You’re kidding?
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