Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond these questions
Clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed that cuts me with every could-have-been
Pain on pain on play repeating
with the backup, makeshift life in waiting
(※) Everybody says time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in between
are we just going to wait it out?
There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around
We're closed to the earth till further notice
A stumbling cliched case,
crumpled and puffy faced
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles
All I want, only one, street level miracle
I'll be an out and out, born again,
from none more cynical
(※)
And sit here cold, we will be long gone by then
In lackluster, in dust we layer on old magazines,
fluorescent lighting sets the scene
in the one life that we've got
.... 
