No Talent for the Infinite

Almost falling
For the symptoms of the afterglow
Almost falling
Always waiting
For the triumph of the ever slow
Weight of wisdom
No direction
For the tangle of discovery
Or connection
Light in leather
Free and easy like an antelope
Cantilevered
Winter's tapping
On the windows of your Celica
Winter happened
Winter's typing
Up proposals for the coming year
Winter's happy
Summer's waiting
For the moment when you need it most
Keep it handy
Lover, darling
I'm in tatters since you set me free
Oh, save me, save me
Save yourself
But leave me here
I'm already gone
I can't help
But disappear
There's no sense in holding on