I see the sea, The Sea Sees Me The sea, the sea, the sea, the sea Setting out at last, I'm not a league a way. But I'm too generate, degenerate to get there early. So many signs that I've been missing, seven swans along a hidden path A garbage barge floating in its mooring At the sewage canal. The waste processing plant. A tributary. Closer to what I am... Salvage anything from from anywhere I can. Tuor, Son of Huor, Ulmo's Man! Every night like I'm choking, pillow talking Tolkien to get to sleep There's a timer on the fixing. I'm doing bettter, but you didn't ask, the echoes of a dissipating past “So are we talking again?" I guess we’re talking again. Not what i expected… "I forget if we were living in there." “So listen, any advice? Without being too hectic? “Is there any thing left to be given?” Used to make us alive, now we're over it. All these patterns and lines, not fading. Take a breath and then dive, get over it. Not safe on the side, just taking. I see the sea, the sea sees me! Leave my mattress soaking, pillow talking Tolkien to get to sleep... Too late for sleep! I creep around, finding foundations in the sound, the dark, the hidden path, The hope they had, unlooked for and not prepared. "I guess we're talking again. I'm glad we're talking again" "I'm grateful to have you. I forgot if we were living in there." "So listen, any advice? Without being too hectic? "Did it all collapse while we were sitting?" Used to make us alive, now we're over it. All these patterns and lines, not fading. Take a breath and then dive, get over it. Not safe on the side, just taking. Used to make us alive, we're over it... Tuor, son of Huor, looks like shit!

A wave of apathy. My body atrophies My friends succeed and I’m a  Sponsor to their meteors (I) Hope I remember how to be around them now So much of social life is Practice Practice Praxis Axis Climate catastrophe, I’m just a ticket holder I got in rhythm with myself,  My energy is folding Guess I could go to Mars, put me inside the spaceship We’ve proven we can be suspended And upended without harm Or Alarm. Serpent Charm. Trapped in glass now, about to pass out. Hold it in. Is there a purpose here? Was there a purpose pending? We’re living fist to mouth we’re Gleeful, purchasing, pretending Another sleepless night I used to love the feeling My breathing cycle, geometric Clean from floor to ceiling- Tile, holding bile, just another mile. Trapped in glass now, about to pass out. Hold it in.

Another message arrives Another part of me dies Getting basic, have to face it No more fooling around! Let’s go! Treat every day like your last Brutal librarian in stack after stack after stack And every afternoon, another heart attack! Man, I wish I could hack… Guest placement, medicating Your bubble’s ready to pop, you’re So Low! You put a fist through the computer, Hitting whatever’s on the other side         Let me out! Let me out! “Haymaker Charlie on the DM Slide!” Something’s bound to collide. Something’s bound to collide! Cannibals! I’m writing motives again!

Even on our deathbeds we'll be chasing shots with beer Filling up the chrysalis; all twitter rants and fear hope falls on bluish lights, the space between the things you hear  and what's happening barking at the coming car doesn't slow it down at all can't tell how tall we can stand or how far we'll fall Knowing a couple things don't mean you know it all I hope you're doing well! I really mean I hope you do well today. The sky has two moons, they're there for all to see Witness the same events but read about them differently Are you beyond the pale, is your vision clear? you see the cat, the cradle? What we call the present, is an accumulated past The world is, after all, a battling contrast Between the vitriol and the pantomime’s play Keeping the ego fed, building tomorrow from yesterday Reading all the Butler I can, learning how to sow the seeds of agency, not the seeds of dodo It's easy to pick up the sword, but it's harder to mean "I see a future still, I see tomorrow in all my dreams. “I hope you do well today.” Sometimes, I’ll stay sober, (tomorrow or yesterday) My friends, coming over, (hope you do well today!) Waste our best years comin’ around

The looking glass looks back, much clearer than this acrid, flooding water The Mandolin, unstringing brightly from the bones we put in Sunday Morning It was enough, tired and tight light, alight, alive Reprieved in our deprieve Seeking, shallow A mouth of tacky shit, my memory, an abcess, steaming That house we never locked, we'd talk until the sun came up, laughing, passing waking dreams and It was enough, tired and tight Alright alright alright Comfort in a fight Seeking, shallow I'm anxious now, what was I so loud about? Rooting lower, dumbin’ down, tack another doubt Wait around in sickness, let somebody else figure it out. I'm wasted, wasting happily We pulled the veil back suddenly, let's see what we see A mangled mass of wire, tangled, the foundations; (and) All our rituals, stripped of writ Just motions going. Remember snowing? Remember ways to make it right, but we're Tired and Tight. Alright, alright, alright alright. I'm anxious now, what was I so loud about? Rooting lower, dumbin’ down, tack another doubt Wait around in sickness, let somebody else figure it out. I'm wasted, wasting happily

Junk princess with the bluest eyes What are they reflecting? We know it's in the family line It's a doomed direction  Nails digging in, and singing Told me to love and leave em T'filin all along their arms  Half mystical, half poisoned barbed picking at scars Their generation lost their minds Basements packed with garbage "Be afraid and hang around your kind"  Taught me love was being mean made me paranoid of being a boy it seemed like being a man would be too much pressure Guilt's digging in, I'm sick with it It's a lot to hold on high Saying goodbye That's a lie Junk princess with the bluest eye

No, you don't have to repeat it. You're coming clearer than the morning sun Lips (like) a batch (of) scotch bonnet(s) It's done it's done Your words still sting like a sunburn All my patterns, a swirl, undone I’m just water on the canvas I'll run I'll run I'll run Your hands are clenched like a branch-bird all those scratches into your flesh Crossed that valley so viciously  Now we're both just pressed The bit is bent like a bad word, sturdy warding against your chest nose turned to the stench of the suburbs Am I supposed to be impressed? Leading, dreaming, let down But I’m still hanging around So hold tight, hold tight hold tight No you don’t have to repeat it, You're coming clearer than the morning sun

A crimson morning Missed the better half of days and a better mind, rarefied think about it all the time Who’s in front today? Is it me or what I’ve made? All these deals hung in the shade. My brain is the boat and I think I’m the captain Or is it Baba Yaga? Who rides with me? What made me do it? She lives in me And she hates to love me Like teeth on the floor a wish in the sink Or plans written on paper Kindling to shrink my mind She hates to love me And Baba Yaga, she drains How she moves, but she won’t wake me Makes me hate me today  Stretching arms and I suffocate A ward on the door and a hex in the pocket My hair in a locket, forget where I  Started and the purpose in these points that I’m  Circling. When she takes over I dissipate Hold me tighter, incinerate

There's a hollow where it's peaceful still, at the top of the hill. I hold my hand up high, (til) some old satellite swings by and sends me bars, I'm old Reynard  Back in town, the news is hard. The Wolf is still going by a different name, same part still run(in) us up the ladder, then ship off what we get Like the ones who came before him, like the ones we haven't met yet, oubliette And that walk is getting heavy now, The stiffer that my legs get, the tireder my pace gets, The lonelier this face gets, pressing buttons like the punch back of notre dame  I feel alive again, But alive is all we are. Every day is heavy now: A stick in the tension, a hopeless redemption. A face cuts through the tension my non binary north star coming (from) far. And if love is all we are We’ve come so far, my love,  if our love is all we are We’ve come so far, my love,  We’ve come so far Still afraid of the haunted air, still hear the settling of a hundred years and scare Alarmist and alarming, point at sounds from up the stairs. If I'm still afraid of ghost notes, I could never stand up to what's actually there There, what’s there? I could never stand up to what’s actually there. I feel alive again. Alive, is all we are. Knowing life Knowing the dying, knowing hope, and hype, lone in the tide and now it's time