transformation of your world
not the steps to heaven or hell
nor the road to perdition or elusive salvation
at odds with what was allegedly confessed
disregarding what’s compulsory, necessary
rope burn and tippy toes
it happened before
not quite like this, but close enough
fuzzy details, wiry words turning mushy
who is the magician?
who is the canary in the cage?
the show is just one long trick
not everyone can see the seams
with such poor direction, disastrous construction
it never stood a chance
the men who turned into machines
rather be soul fools
than numb flesh
What will you unfix, witch?
What did you undo?
Was it always sabotage or did someone
mean well, first milestone just a dot
in the distance