dead reckoning
who are you today anyone but close to home routed out of heart full words to fall skimming down like sparks from an inferno simply simmering
bubble plop implodes the sound we both know by hardened heart two brains left in their inferior stages timing the beats on the way out
straddle high and ride it on this sunset's quest be our morrow's morn
this rising next to interminable coloring cathartic dawns in streaks of me and heavy risings from the likes of you
dead reckoning oh, be my cue