When WE go, we really go
You know the story
Crawling on knees to the door
Just a crack and the cool breeze
Laying on soft warm oak
Till the spinning stops
Or the world ends
Then the blazing sun
And the laser light cutting across eyes
Now the air is warm
And the stink is vile
The piss-soaked boards are the story
The dusty air, like a previously hidden cosmos
And the music, shattering silence
That vibrates like falling through a gale-cast void
With no end in sight
And no way to stop
Outside the means of hearing
Beyond the comprehension of you
And here we land
Resting for this short time
Afore the chemistry is united
Until the story writer is wordless
When the final page turns
The blank whiteness reveals all
©HeyHey 2013
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