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i can just watch him

got nothing to do with it anyway

i watch him sing his way out

of his complicated dedication

to nothing

or was it something blurry

something uncertain

unsure unwise and unsettled

i see him create

a heaven of his own

a personal sanctuary

or was it a collection

of his either dead or dying memories



i cant see the reason

why hes still here in the

first place

he said hell turn into a god someday

he said hell bring out his dead

and say a little prayer

or was it a chant of hope

for peace or forgiveness

or love or was it rain



i can see him defragmenting

a series of pasts that we both

lived in and in vain

and how he was able to create

his own reality out of his

sane state

i just cant see how he

can cling to almost anything

and how easily he can turn down

a good deal of sacredness



although ive never visualized

a point in his seemingly

vague and senseless world

i somehow understand

what all these things

that hes got are all about

and i find them good.