The world ends too far
We fall shortened
on life’s slippery hue
In coincidental moments
there’s a catch song
There’s rescue music
play till you heal
But you won’t heal in time
You ran out of lyrics
You stumbled out of rhythm
You choked on the high note
Score less than success
equals more reasons to sedate
Draw the curtain
suture the half light
Hubris on your web wall
suffocating spiel
Sociopathic klout measured in duck faces
Painted a help sign
in the middle of your eye
For those who were counted in a fist
