John Bellows - Straightest Lines

My foot is in
It's not the door
It's piss and pouring
Flight's decent
Pressed to the floor
Its spinal cord tail
Drags us down
Our lips are sealed
Our gauze is frayed
Afraid to stake
Mistake in maze
It's all made up
And it's real but lost
Nevermore
Times maybe more
Times maybe more it's
Meaningful
Just afterwards
Dead silence heard that this
Driver's wheel
Keeps spinning 'round
Until an equal and opposite
Reaction sounds through this
Peaceful drawl
Collects in balls
That grow in size
Make mountainsides
But
Everything is made up of change
Your mind
I've changed my mind
And
Everyone is wearing the same disguise
Friend or foe
The same big sky
Where
Freedom flops
With gasping breaths
With punctured chest these
Blessed dressings
Size the sore
What's wise is tame
It's treated for let's
Synchronize
Our battle cry
As alibis this
Tallied score
Reveals a man
A single man
Superior
Whose reasons why
Worth fighting for
But
Everything comes back to refrain
The same
The same last time when
Everyone's renumbered and arranged in lines
The straightest lines
The straightest lines
The straightest lines
The straightest lines

Written by:
John Wheatley

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