and you have no idea
what vulgar sentiment we each embody
these scripts are at the end of an edit
meditations within a sick madness
wish to escape
will soon escape
the release is no longer possible by chemical interaction
now, it's physical
the movement
the being
the existence is completed in a known shape
invite the neighbors over for brunch
realize not everyone has the stomach
this bile can choke the movements
we have grown to appreciate
as coincidence
there is no longer time to accept fate
behold the purpose
behold the mind
our mind
it is the future
our mind
it is the future
by kevin walsh, 2011