There is an order. Such an order.
Each event a word that must be read
or else, my friend— Today I woke up shorter,
sleep playing pestle to my twin bed’s mortar,
me the poor shaved meat. But no regret—
an order to these things, you see, there’s order.
me the poor shaved meat. But no regret—
an order to these things, you see, there’s order.
Each man a crack at playing cosmic sorter.
Within each uncracked code-shell is a threat.
Today, take notice; time is getting shorter.
Within each uncracked code-shell is a threat.
Today, take notice; time is getting shorter.
