The Absolute Shall

That breathless hunted feeling
So always
So present
It’s a curious thing to be fine and exploding simultaneously

I am the creature of a million unknowable habits
And I still expect to label them
Control every wave
Numb to all shock to all pulse

Transition time again
Seep me away with your bitter glory
The brittle promise of a calm completion
A message written
A five-year plan

The music revealed its dumb secrets
It’s gentle nourishing toxicity
And vice
In a frosted glass box lays a boy
End