a remedy wallows with a fountain above, My cup would overflow if you lent me your love- it seems.. a memory spoke the best for both of us, somebody’s itchin’ down to the seams, long & left over where the waters to meet- If the tides- the tides would rise, over & over your time ticks back, buried an old crowe beneath my seams, what if the rain river weeps could sing away my sleep, down in the cold way- you’re down in your dreams- that burnt blisters in my sleep-scape, whatever it was when I look back.. like I do, tell me it’s true~ one last thing before you go, now, one last thing I want you to know, your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me, this is why I seek for air to breathe, this is why I seek for air to breathe, although there’s something to be said about the nature & the presence of your current passing wave, somebody rolled a cigarette out from under their hat, tied their shoe & then walked away, down to the time ticking bullets that you love to adore, could see persistence as it’s only strange, what if a victimless instance existed souly to fade away, what of the war-ridden rain cast still walking away- had seen they’re miles out of the way, would anyone know of the riddles or rhythms involved with the words you know they’d say? regarding the facts, inquisition is staged, a set of obsessed views, ambition, a plague, .. seems as though no puzzle was found in it’s place of peace. one last thing before you go, now, one last thing I want you to know, your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me, this is why I seek for air to breathe, this is why I seek for air to breathe, n’ when I breathe, all I’ll see(s), the entity, it’s a memory, it’s in the sea, so all I’ll be(s), a memory- of sweet nihility. one last thing before you go, now, one last thing I want you to know, your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me, & that’s why I seek for air to breathe, so, this is why I seek for air to breathe,