@VoluntaryJapan 22 October 2021 more from that month

There’s no such thing as goodbye

Laying on the Yasuragitei Soakin’ up September sunshine In the city that’s my home Mega city all alone You know shit’s fucked When even the guy with the Slayer shirt’s a bitch Circle back, give it another try Circle back give it another try hi- Higher on the spiral Lower on the floor Gathering your power Busting down the doors Entropy — coming for us all It’s entertainment Watch the get-high cult try and avoid that fall Lion and lamb Put together in a pen Absent some dumb miracle It’s just a question of when And Everything’s tied together across time Reality a set of spheres Pulsating within and without one another until absolutely everything is in connection An immaculate simulation From an ethereal radio station A broken antenna looks in mirrors It must be fake, the pain’s so real Sunny day, beer by the river Suffocaters stretch their eyes to see The gods that breathe even in the city As if their mouths are dignified Ginko trees will be yellow soon My stupid little dreams in this broken world Wide open visions in a tiny swirl Pathetic innocence for a hope unfurled There’s no one home, no place to stay All the alleys I’ve searched down for her, or the perfect restaurant to lounge where my body dissipates and spirit’s found, but No one’s ever home but me And God’s always outta my league Wander on both night and day Look at her non-picture along the way Look at his face, it’s mine, all day And yet it’s not me, something still beyond, Wouldn’t want it any other way?