walking in a hovering step-each supporting actor glancing against that hollow thin creaking shell
i stay still in my wall
pictures in frames like hanged men-
dust dressed jars stand guarding there once touched hopes
sunken plants along a wooden shore-cry for the pity that water brings
time throws me another lie
i knew i had taken the outside view
yet in some POE like story-i have never moved
a metal dancing girl stands beneath a grubby white painted wall-
it must be Autumn as clothes like dead leaves are all a scatter across wooden beasts ,
you see i fear the Earths crust maybe to weak for me
and falling through its realms just to go to the shops
so many unread graves
so many kisses from razors edge
so many caesars saying goodbye
you see i fear the earths crust maybe to weak for me..