Constellation Branch Black Hole
I’m Running Through Space, I’m Running
Through Halls
I’m Outside, On Stone Roads and Bright
Lights.
The World is a Circus, an Elementary
Playground.
Sirens, Sirens! Re-Appearing Doors.
Men In Strange Masks Evacuate The
Children.
They Waltz in Circles Back Into Black Holes
Leaving The World To Me, I Feel So Alone…
I Drink From The Fountains.
I Fall Down The Tri-Colored Slide.
I’m Gaining Speed, I’m On The Silver Screen,
We All Sing Requiem.
The Office Is Trashed. Photo Copied
Memories,
Through The Shredder and Out The
Window.
I’m Climbing Up Paper Scrap Mountains.
Sirens! Sirens!
You Wont Let Them Take Me, Ambulance!
Ambulance!
I Would Rather Not Waltz Through Black
Holes!
I Make It Safe, and The Kids are Now With Me
To Color, To Sticker,
We are What’s Left.
We All Sing The Requiem.
