2nd Take - Former Member

I feel the breeze of the guillotine coming down pushing resentment at the speed

of sound

It reminds me of a time

Sharper than the blade that shears the fits

Of the inspired in an empty room or being shaken by a sonic boom does’t it

catch me off guard?

I’ve read the notes from a faraway

Sure enough

It’s coming down

I’ll be swinging my phantom limbs sure enough

It’s coming round

I feel I’m severed

Wait for the clot

As I go about my day

Searching for glimmers of a sympathy finding excuses for what’s not

Unable to accept

Refusal to just work with what I’ve got not really feeling all the dirty looks

I know my rhythm feels little shook would it catch you off guard

If I pulled together from a faraway?

I gotta tug on my nerves a bit no matter how much tension

I gotta see what I can drag in I’ll find, maybe a cervical maybe a spine

An attachment of sorts

To get the signals transmitting there might be muck on the line but I got a

background in musing so I can work it all right out before I really know of it

I’ll reattach the bits

My mind rejected it

I gotta give it time to sprout