would say
hes like a neil halstead song
or maybe someone else
where acoustic plays simple compressed notes
with space filling hall
power
and silent eye sleep inducing shit.
pressing for a power of indecency
a privilege of seperation
a strength in admission or neglect.
just find the energy
from space
to move shit
from place to place
n laugh
laugh
laugh
in secret
while keeping straight
out there
wherever.
sits to home
and kneads the sheets
to heaping masses
falling to the floor
n countless
glasses nite to nite
for the windows
shit light n air
n ac hum
counts like
long numbers not in our language
to the end of nite.
laugh
laugh
n laugh.
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