A frozen lake is solved
By all means its the slowing down of your brain
Around that certain sort of math
The result completely destroys the snow globe

Which results in one calling
For an eyewash and hand replacement
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I suppose I've been brave
The highly unlikely rock
And all its valves are roped off
As is the would find luggage dilemma
Of love and money

I know now the problem
Lies in no one wire of the human heart
No, none of its 12 plugs can be pulled
To tear all veins in one fell swoop
Like wall socket roots

Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin
And much thinking makes so little of time
And of lives

Whats left are fires beating off of faces
Spreading in the heat left after beards
The bright red skeleton of a cynic
And the fine line differences in skin consistency

However so slightly permanent
These are the things that will never be songs
Never more wet concrete for song street
This is not more wet concrete for new song street

Not poor silked concrete
For beneath lord songs soft feet
Not poor song meat
Not song not more raw wheat

For the poem popes and sing job's
Mastering the fast mean walks
Of big show street
Fast