Dust On Snow - Proem

The humming prole is perpetually hanging wet laundry
On lunch hour between two buildings
The year is Always
Written to survive
The Long Brainwash
Rinse Twice before Dream
Snapshots of a Popular Sickness eating itself (In the mirror)
The slow-motion Anxiety of wage-slavery in dress Code
Double XL intuition, sagging without a belt
The loudest voice in a vacuum, pulling back the rug
(Undressing emperors with Words)
Written from the Turning Gut of the Bureaucratic
Beast brought to its knees picking up Change
The feeling's been there for years

The feeling's been there for years
Knew before knowing how to say it
Then said it in as many ways possible
To draw a room of the feeling
To write right next to the point
To just suggest one's mind's eye towards something
But always allow them to find it themselves
No wrong answers, no stupid questions
The humming prole is a cigarette break without a phone
A way home, to repeat tomorrow (And see something new)
The humming prole is part rant, part deep breath
An uphill swimming pool
A room filled only with Tools to Break Out

Written by:
Brad Hamers

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