She
Used To Walk
She
used to walk right into the fire
just to be next to my hand.
Now
let the flies find it.
Let the flies find what's left of our world.
She's
locked into channel number groove
The one with the one world continuous program
narrow beam hi res satellite's discarded debris
obsolete joys for a forgotten physical land
deal with each other back into chaos
and an eternal soul is still curious about this world
Now
let the flies find it
let the flies find what's left of our world.
She
used to walk.
