hellocentral

allegations to the contrary ) very nearly
spinning out on dry ground
and - look here now - is it moving,
the shape of your globe,
is it circling around,
is it the sound of the wheels that i'm hearing
or the sound of your denial
pouring out of your mouth like fire
just some kind of crumpled tinfoil crown?

but it's all / too loud
it's all nothing less than everything
your breath freezing
inside her ears * inside the doors
in the boots slowly sinking
under the pouring white sand
while the world
takes a stand
and the boat from the sea
silently
crashes into the land.

you know you're yellowing at the edges,
and your frame is on the floor,
and the glass is in pieces,
smashed into the past
but
he's still got the
whole planet in his hand
all part of the big
infallible
master plan.