NIMBUS CONTINUUM

"Molly has come home!" The paper boy sings as he swings toothpick arms towards the arms of a parson who never noticed the clock struck one two THREE finally free from fast fred bloodshed and those black inky stains on my tender white fingers- all strength has been spent down to every last cent and where it has gone well your guess is as good as mine- So amazed you're HERE lost in fear and honest conjecture all those ways we'll never know how it goes how it shows how it SLOWS us down and always seems to get in the way- Erupts like the flowers in my hair oh the crime, the punishment, the fear, the release, the beauty the hate the tears the PEACE of realizing that all you've done explodes into that one glorious moment and everything turns out alright after all. Except for the fact you're DEAD.