At first glance there is no other
No effort needed nothing to uncover
But then coming out of the ground
Lines and spirals reach and wrap around
But that's just the effect
What happens to the light when it approaches death
She does not know yet
You are the impulse and the action
You are the gut the ground's your traction
Fuck them all
What's their reaction?
It occurs after you leave
You are the impulse now let them grieve
Back on sight is the demand
The vein grips and tells the hand
That frozen in the mind
Is the rush of constantly freeing just in time
Never before and never again
Everything that's been has been wiped from her chin
Expertly cleared and clearing to win
She is the course and the source of the break
On the skirt of the change the sensation of fate
You are the impulse and the action
You are the gut the ground's your traction
Fuck them all
What's their reaction?
It occurs after you leave
You are the impulse now let them grieve