In the Suburbs of Spacetime
the spurs turn
it only hurts
when you try to stop
the Revolution
there's no use
in starting it up again
the well's formed
fluid only moves downhill
but not all at once
there's space for a round
makes one giddy
orbiting backwards
counter-clock centrifugal
astonishment on repeat
rippled reality obscura
inside out, downside up
warped and waterlogged
STOP
have you ever heard of such a thing
not likely ... in my mind's eye
memory only works one way
even when I stand on my head
cover my ears and wriggle my toes
on the lip of oblivion
it starts at the ending
then ends at the start
but you forgot
so you don't remember
you're in prison NOW
for forgetting
that bit of ribbon
tied around your finger
pinned to your insides
doesn't unravel
it pulls when you try
doing that
DON'T DO THAT
just hold on
the event horizon
goes around in circles
down the drain
except on the outskirts
you can live forever
but only in the suburbs
of spacetime
live forever
lonely and aloof ...
don't take that tone with me
your science and figures
a front, a facade, a hollow-gram
a how-to for the forgetful
in the end
... anywhere along the arc ...
only we matter
matter and then matter again
don't forget that
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