deportative burden Mixed bag of secrets Rocks and shiny pebbles glint amber in the fast fading sun I rush to greet the boundless asphalt, but paper rustles and all is lost You stand alone with canvas cardigan saturated in the rain Hole in your soul can you touch it? Can you touch me? All is lost We are lost You are lost I am lost Silence now green rolls over undulations tumors of the earth We are all that we want to be, and nothing that we think Chew your own arm if you have to, what is a mine shaft anyway? Despair's not a plague You are Make me clandestine to brave the plastic wax world Tissue paper sanitary suits of Chinese men stamping stamping stamping in the factories licked round by gray and disease Dog-faced boy wears a smile blunted day in a striped shirt, but naïve still The vultures come at noon But that's protocol, isn't it? 010513 what's it to you? who go blather from