It Is Happening Again (Thank You, Council Of Saturn!)
Angel Marcloid
[Intro]
Angel, it’s not happening again
Float down your cove with ease
If you feel your hand lifting, paddle gently, effortlessly
“I wanna be a cloud.”
Into the cloud you are
This prickly grief teaches me
I knew the end had come when you charmed our necks with celeste
I sunk in the halves
The fastening stung
I could spit on your couch from here
We’ve lost nothing at all
We’ve lost nothing
Listen to your voice
Drown me out sometimes
Pummeling ideas at you like you’re in a batting cage
All around everything is dying
“Attention is the rarest & purest form of generosity.”