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on my brains time machine, life, love and the warm glove,
and death by the knife and other means

life is so fragile
the mind is designed for time travel
I used to fear how easy it would be for someone to just slit my throat
with a knife
now I wish for the future gift
of dying in bed with my wife in the love of my own home

I see the glove of warmth in the dark
I see the spark of energy that is the me that was
and I can honestly say i feel free because
one day I will be released back to this

the act the words and body person play is stage
for the brain waves
and the heart beats
I see the then and what will be
and the now simply floods the blood of the optic nerves
as I swerve from everything concrete
give the esoteric merit
but afraid of : plant seed, grow tree

I feel diseased
and project this onto all I touch and have touched
this doesnt leave much
remove these filters from my lenses
I built my time machine to explore horizons
but its finishing all my sentences

bend a thought to brush by memory rot
all this not today
it leaves tomorrow shot
see the jackpot lever, pull it
find the right bullet word for gun mouth, load it
exploding stars
in these bars, I never talk to anyone

the setting sun comes too quick
or when I just watch TV
the day is long
what song I trust
puts the mood disorder at rest
and the best I can do is
shuffle my feet along to the beat
time machine dreams
exist now, then or forever
and some form of I will never cease
I fear nothing but love
and the warm dark glove
not release I seek but peace
and the earth shall one day
inherit the meek

and Im not bleak
just tongue-in-cheek
and living/dying as I speak
tonight I sleep
steeped in think
my best rest
occurs today between each blink

forever traveling time
unraveling mind and world of mine
Ill keep this past-present-future compass bind
because I know theres more to find
life is so fragile
no matter how or when I go
may death be the time machine that frees my soul