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This one's dear to my heart.
I hope it's loved and much as I loved him.







Fall, fragmented. Suspended in motion.
Haven't a clue where the rhythm is going.
This ship isn't sure if it's sinking or rowing.
A whirlpool of waves and I'm filled with emotion.
Broken.

Then times where the sun and the dustmites are rising.
The weight of the server turns up in its flow,
and lifts with it More Of Our DoS and our donts.
Those times that make change,
those times that erase,
bring a scent of the tail of the boot of the rest.

Fall, surrender. Suspended in motion.
Haven't a clue where the rhythm went stop.
They all know the reason this volt then came open.
A rift in the flow of the groove made it pop.
No point in waiting and wasting and moping.
Would you rather be wishing and praying and hoping?
And then there's the rest of the mob of the planet,
who breathe out the fire and strut like they own it.

His left behind wash in the face of my world,
is the reason those demons are so easily heard.
It was ruined alright, there's still remnants there:
the waste of the bang and a clip of his hair.

It was all that we got before something was taken,
when life gets upturned and you're told that you're faking.
Fake is the low of the sand in the glass.
The time running out when you're trying so hard.
All the wishing that's tried goes to hell when there's doubt,
but you know underneath that there IS no way out.

There is just this 'without' that keeps bellowing in,
from the roof and the pipes and the base of your chin.
Where the lump from the neck bring the drips from the eyes
that get stifled by one of the losers who hide.

And then all the bricks somehow lift themselves up,
to reveal where the base is so sickeningly tough.
Away with the stench for a moment or five,
and see where this pantomime seems so contrived.

Like a monkey on speed, overeager to DO.
To express and impress till its ready to spew.
There is really no cease to this windmill of red.
There's no chance to go back and just say apple-zed.

The flint will keep sparking and feeding the fire,
and there won't be a moment where he is not mine.