A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace

You turn on a spindle
You’re so much looser now
But you’re not explaining how
You gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket
With its picture held
Some secret you wouldn’t tell
But let it choke your neck
So imagine a darkness
Where all shapes divide
Solids changing into light
With a burst of heat so bright
Well fine, don’t you do what I want you to
Don’t degrade yourself the way that I do
Because you don’t depend upon all the shit that I use
To make my moods improve
Near a sea of pianos
There were waves of chords
That crashed against the shore
In one huge and useless roar
And there were girls bringing water
Like a dream they came
To cool the fever of my brain
And soothe my burning throat
And they made me a necklace
Ganging beads of sweat
On a string of my regrets
And placed it round my neck
And they were singing
"Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to
Yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those cowards do
And maybe the sun keeps coming up
Cause it has gotten used to you
And your constant need for proof"

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