Quit making faces at the one I love 

These errant tightropes that you're thinking of 

Can't be undone the instant that they're set 

Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground or 



So they say (in the city) 

So they say (in the sea) 

Set your watch (round the corner) 

While they bleed 



I heard a rumour that you lost your job 

Was it just hearsay or of factual ground? 

This tightrope's set up, there's no going back 

To sepiata and the plastic surgeons with (?) 



Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 

Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 

Pineapple cones... 



They came on the crest of a wave 

The cusp of equinox today 

This pillar of sleep orbited 

By thousands of delicate thoughts 

These satellites fleeced at the door 

Comprised of the reason of years 

As life flashes fitfully down 

This spirit so fitfully drowns 

A signal is sent from the core 

To bring all the satellites home 

Home, home... 



A quart of the ... still remains (?) 

Tsunami that rip at the skin (?) 

Anonymous wrenches of blame 

A great tidal wave 

Over the house on the hill 

The snakes are all burdened with lead 

Plumbum dementia for them 



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